The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink bled into the parchment not with the sharpness of a fresh wound, but with the slow, creeping saturation of a bruise spreading under skin, darkening the edges of the words that Sir Alistair Thorne had spent three weeks carefully constructing. He sat in the high tower of the Obsidian Keep, a structure that floated, impossibly, above the churning grey waters of the Northern Sea, suspended...

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