The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The parchment was damp with the smell of wet stone and old blood. I am writing this by the light of a tallow candle that sputters against the draft coming through the northern gate, a place that has become my entire world since the siege began. My name is Elias Thorne, and I am thirty-two years old, though the last two months have aged me into a man who looks fifty. I write to you, Brother...

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