The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The quill scraped against the parchment, a sound like dry leaves tearing, and Imran Siddiqui watched the ink bead up, refusing to settle into the fiber. It was a domestic annoyance, he told himself, a trick of the humidity in the blacksmith’s yard where the court had set up its temporary office, the air heavy with coal and the metallic tang of the forge. He had been a senior scribe for twelve...

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