The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

1342, October 12. Father is in the gaol, and the debt is a stone in my throat. I am twelve, and my fingers bleed from the quill, but I must finish the illumination by winter solstice. If the abbot sells the manuscript to the Bishop of York, the gold will buy Father’s release. If I fail, he dies of the rot in his lungs. I do not sleep. I sit at the desk in the scriptorium, the candle guttering...

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