The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink is still wet on the page, and the candle has burned down to a stub, casting a flickering, erratic light against the damp stone walls of the guardhouse. I am writing this by the last of the fire, for tomorrow I must walk out of Oakhaven and into the Whispering Fog, and I do not wish to leave without recording the truth of my departure, not for the village elders who will claim I fled my...

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