The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

1402. The light is low and gray, filtering through the shutters of the constable’s office. I count the silver coins in my palm. Three. That is the price of a loaf of bread, a bottle of laudanum, and the silence of a magistrate who will not hear a plea. My sister, Mara, is in the bedchamber above, coughing into a rag that stains the sheets with the wet rust of her lungs. The debt is forty...

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