The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink was mixed with the dust of his own skin, a gritty, pale suspension that Elias Thorne stirred with a quill of goose feather while the wind howled against the shuttered window of his outpost, a sound that felt less like air and more like the grinding of teeth. He was forty-two years old, and his left hand, which had once gripped the hilt of a longsword with the casual ease of a man...

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