The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain had not stopped for three days, or perhaps it was only one long, gray hour that the clocks had failed to measure. You sat in the attic, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, holding the small, wooden bird in your lap. It was a toy, or it had been, carved from pale ash and painted with colors that had chipped away under the friction of your fingers. You had held it...

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