The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The lattice of light had tightened again by dawn, its geometric web pulsing with a cold, rhythmic hum that seemed to suck the warmth from the air. I stood before it, the hammer heavy in my sweating palm, and watched the threads thicken as Elara’s breath grew shallower in the corner. She lay wrapped in wool blankets, her face a pale map of the wasting sickness that had consumed her for months,...

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