The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink is still wet on the parchment, and your hand trembles not from the cold of the watchtower, but from the exhaustion of a body that remembers it was once young. You are writing this letter to the Abbot of Saint Jude’s, though you know he will not answer. He is too old, and the world is too loud, and the silence between you has grown so thick it has become a living thing, breathing in the...

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