The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

"Your ledger is a fraud, Mr. Vane." I said it plainly. No preamble. No apology. The air in the headmaster’s office smelled of beeswax and old paper, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat. Headmaster Vane did not look up from his desk. He continued to sign a document, the scratch of his quill loud in the silence. I stood by the door, holding my own ledger, the one I had...

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