The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, dark mirror that reflected the gaslight in trembling, fractured halos. I sat in the study of the Municipal Archive, my hands resting on a map of the city that had been redrawn twice since my tenure began, the paper brittle under my fingertips like the wing of a dead moth. Outside, the city churned...

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