The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink is wet. It dries slow in this room. You are alone. The chair creaks. You lean back. The wood groans. It knows your weight. It has known it for years. You are old here. Or perhaps you are young. It does not matter. The light is gray. It comes through the glass. It hits the desk. You see the dust. It floats. It does not fall. You are in the village. It is small. The houses lean. They look...

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