The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the day the rain began to fall with a persistence that seemed to erode the very mortar of the stone walls, sealing the estate in a grey, watery tomb. It was a thick envelope, cream-colored, bearing no return address, only a name written in an ink so dark it looked like dried blood: E. Ashworth. Eleanor sat at the heavy oak desk in the library, her fingers...

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