The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter lay on the desk. It was heavy with wax. Thomas opened it. His hands shook. He was a tailor in the City. He made coats for the Guild. The Guild was strict. The Guild was law. Thomas feared the Guild. He did not fear death. He feared the ledger. He read the note. It was from the Master. The Master was old. The Master was cruel. The note was short. It said: Come to the Hall. Bring the...

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