The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink is still wet when the mist begins to creep through the cracks of the window, a cold and insistent finger that touches the parchment and makes the letters bleed into one another, yet I press my quill harder against the page, for I am Elias Thorne, warden of the highlands, and I must record the theft of the Silver Chalice before the shame of its loss becomes indistinguishable from the fog...

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