The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink had not yet dried on the ledger, a black, viscous trail that snaked across the parchment like a vein of obsidian in pale stone, when the silence in the Grand Hall of the Aethelgard Estate finally broke. It was not a shout, nor a crash, but a sigh, low and resonant, that seemed to emanate from the very floorboards, a sound of profound, tectonic exhaustion that settled over the assembled...

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