The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter is warm in your hand. You hold it up to the candlelight. The wax seal is cracked. You know the smell of it. Sulfur and old blood. And underneath, the faint, sweet rot of lilies. Margaret’s scent. You are not in the castle. You are in the Mirror. Or perhaps you are in the prison. It is hard to tell now. The walls breathe. The floorboards shift like living things. You are a warrior....

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