The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

Act I The grid was always there, a lattice of rotting timber holding up a sky that refused to cast a shadow. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the sound of the forge hammering in the distance, a rhythm that had never once missed a beat. It was the morning of the fourteenth, and the light was flat and white, pressing against the windowpanes of the cell block like a physical weight. I...

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