The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The fog at the Northern Pass does not drift; it settles, a grey weight that presses against the skin until the breath tastes of copper and old pennies. Min-jun Yoon, thirty-two years old and warden of the gate, stood before the cold hearth of his post, his fingers tracing the worn teeth of a bone comb that had belonged to his mother, one tooth missing, two more cracked, the ivory darkened by...

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