The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

Elara. The name was spat out by the guard, a dry, brittle sound that cracked the silence of the cell. He did not look at her. He looked at the iron bar, at the damp stone, at the candle that sputtered in the draft. He wanted the door opened. He wanted the ledger. He wanted the girl to stop scratching at the paper like a rat in a trap. Elara stopped. She held her breath. The air was thick, heavy...

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