The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The feast had been going on for three days, a relentless tide of roasted pork, heavy bread, and wine that tasted of iron and earth, filling the great hall of the Citadel until the air itself felt thick and suffocating, a physical weight pressing against the ribs. You sat at the edge of the long oak table, your armor polished to a mirror shine but cold against your skin, watching the lords and...

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