The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain hits the window of the archive like a thousand small, impatient fingers. You are standing in the center of the room, your back pressed against the cold glass, watching the water streak down the pane in jagged, grey lines. It is a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday. The days here have a way of blurring together, losing their names, becoming just a sequence of hours spent cataloging the...

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