The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

Chapter One "You are late, Amaru, and the ink is still wet on the quota sheet." I looked up from the desk, the weight of the leather-bound ledger pressing against my wrist like a stone in a pocket. The office was cold, the kind of damp that settles into the joints, and the light from the streetlamps outside cast long, bruised shadows across the linoleum floor. I had been staring at the page for...

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