The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The quill was already wet when Elias noticed the ink pooling on the page, a dark, viscous bead that smelled sharply of wet earth and rot, and he did not wipe it away but let the weight of the instrument drag a long, trembling line through the margin of the ledger, his hand shaking so violently that the parchment crinkled under the pressure, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. Lord...

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