The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

1342. The ink bleeds when I lie. I know this rule because I have seen it happen, though I have never spoken of it. The vellum drinks the falsehood, and the letters turn a bruised purple, seeping into the fibers like a wound that will not close. It is a small thing, easily overlooked by those who do not look closely. I am Elias, a scribe of thirty-two years, bound to the Abbey of St. Jude by a...

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