The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter sat on the desk, the ink still wet, a black smear against the cream paper. You stared at it, your fingers hovering over the heavy oak surface, trembling slightly. It was October in 1904, and the air in the study was thick with the scent of pipe tobacco and old dust. Outside, the rain lashed against the leaded windows of the estate, a relentless, industrial drumming that seemed to...

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