The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The seal was red. It pressed into the wax. Sharp. Clean. No name. Just a grid. Four lines. Crosswise. Mara held the letter. Her hands shook. The room was cold. Stone walls. Damp. She was alone. Always alone. Here, in the Spire. The air smelled of dust and old iron. Mara looked at the seal again. The Grid. She had seen it before. On the gates. On the floor. In the eyes of the Wardens. It meant...

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