The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The seal on the letter is cracked, the red wax flaking like dried blood in your fingers. You are twenty-eight years old, and your hands are shaking, not from fear, but from the sheer, physical hunger of loyalty that has driven you from your post in the north. It is the winter of 1342, and you are leaving your sword behind at the door, a final act of trust before you step into the court of the...

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