The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, against the iron bars of the windowless vault. It was the third night. The air smelled of wet stone and old blood. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his back pressed against the damp wall, his hands bound with chains that bit into his wrists. He was a man carved from granite and grief, a soldier who had served the King for twenty years without...

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