The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The fire in the hearth crackled, a sharp, dry sound that cut through the heavy silence of the tent. I am writing this by the light of that fire, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the exhaustion of three nights spent hunched over the vellum. My dear Mara, I must tell you what happens here in the Ashwood, for I fear I have become a stranger to myself. Lord Vane has arrived with his...

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