Grandma Grid's Gambit
Rain lashed against the windows of the "Wordsmith's Retreat," a cozy, book-lined café that served as Eleanor Vance's second home. Inside, the air hummed with the low murmur of conversation and the rhythmic tapping of pencils. Eleanor, however, was oblivious to the storm and the chatter. Her world had shrunk to the 15x15 grid before her, a battlefield of black and white squares, the final round of the National Cruciverbalist Championship.
