The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

Elias. The name hung in the damp air of the workshop, spoken by Guild Master Halloway with a casualness that felt like a slap. You stood by the loom, your fingers still stained with the indigo dye that would not wash out, and you watched him circle the frame of the unfinished cloth. He did not touch it. He never touched the work; he only looked at it, and that looking was heavier than any...

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