The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The candles guttered in the draft, their wax pooling on the stone table like melted bone. I sat across from Brother Thomas, the Inquisitor’s shadow, and watched the ink dry on the parchment before me. It was a grid, simple as a chessboard, but the lines hummed with a cold, static weight that made my teeth ache. I had spent three years tracing these lines, mapping the dead against the living,...

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