The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

My hand trembled as I ground the indigo root, the mortar scraping against stone with a sound like teeth on bone. The dampness of the wet season had seeped through the temple infirmary’s floor, chilling my knees as I worked. I was trying to finish the ledger for the bridge toll, the new levy that had strangled our clan’s profits, but the numbers blurred. A dream had visited me three nights...

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