The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

14th of November, 1342. The iron astrolabe sits on the desk before me, its brass rings cold to the touch, and I have spent the better part of the morning trying to convince myself that the shadow it casts is merely a trick of the light filtering through the dusty windowpane. I am forty years old, Thomas Bradshaw, a clerk in the town of Oakhaven, and I am drowning in a debt that has swallowed my...

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