The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The Iron Compass sat on the desk in my quarters, its face clouded with a rust that seemed to breathe, and I held my hand out over it, watching the tremor that had started three days ago, a fine, persistent shiver in the fingers that I could no longer hide from myself. I am writing this to you, Commander Vane, not because I expect you to grant the leave I request, but because I need to set down...

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