The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink on this page is still wet, a dark, viscous stain that smells of iron and old blood, and I write it now by the flickering light of a tallow candle that burns down too quickly, as if the very air of this stone chamber is hungry for fuel, for time, for the life I have spent so carelessly in the shadow of the King’s favor. You are reading this, I assume, because you were sent to find me, or...

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