The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter lay on the damp stone of the rampart. It was written in ink that had faded to the color of dried blood. To my dearest, I write this from the edge of the world. The air here tastes of iron and old rain. The garrison is quiet. Too quiet. We are the Wardens of the Glass. You know what that means. We hold the line against the Shadow that comes from the East. But tonight, I do not fight...

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