The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink on my quill is dry, yet the blood on my fingers remains, a dark and persistent stain that no amount of lye or scrubbing can erase. I write this by the flickering light of a tallow candle, the wax pooling like tears upon the wooden desk of the Guildhall, a place that once smelled of cedar and ambition but now reeks of rot and desperation. You must understand, Elias, that I was not always...

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