The Wistful Grid
Ragna Hagen scrubbed the frost from the window glass, the scraper biting into the ice with a sound like a tooth cracking. She was thirty-four, a scribe in the lower vaults of the Oros Archive, and her hands were red and raw from the cold that seeped through the stone walls. The task was simple: transcribe the final notes of Elara, the dying Archivist, before the Council could seal the records....
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