The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

Act I Bridget Yeats, thirty-two, a senior inquisitor in the walled city of Oren, sat at her desk with a fine for unpaid labor still hanging over her head like a damp cloth. The room smelled of old paper and the sharp, metallic tang of the north wind pressing against the shutters. She held a quill, its tip dry, and stared at the petition before her. It was a request for pardon, written in her...

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