The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink on the parchment was still wet, glistening like a fresh wound in the pale morning light that filtered through the high, narrow windows of the scriptorium. Thomas sat hunched over the oak desk, his quill trembling slightly in his fingers, not from the cold that always crept into the stone walls of the abbey, but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the task before him. He was copying the...

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