The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The house smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the river mud that had crept up the foundations during the winter. It was a heavy smell, the kind that settled in the lungs and refused to leave. Thomas stood by the window, watching the rain lash against the glass, blurring the grey world outside into a smear of charcoal and slate. He was not a man who liked to look at things for...

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