The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink on the parchment was not merely black, but a deep, bruised violet that seemed to absorb the light from the single tallow candle burning on the desk, leaving the rest of the room in a shadow so profound it felt less like darkness and more like a physical weight pressing against her temples. Margaret sat with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, the knuckles white, the skin stretched...

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