The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The leather of the ceremonial sash had begun to crack along the seams, a fine network of fissures that mirrored the dry earth of the garden where he used to walk before his confinement. Julian stood before the full-length mirror in the antechamber of the Senate, the glass cool against his chest as he adjusted the knot. It was a heavy thing, the sash, woven from silk and gold thread, a symbol of...

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