The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink on this page is still wet, a dark, viscous thing that seems to bleed into the paper like a bruise, and I find myself staring at the single word *shattered* that I wrote and then crossed out, only to write again in a trembling hand, because it is the only word that fits the silence now that has fallen into the library, a silence so profound it feels like a physical weight pressing...

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