The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of lavender and old paper, a scent that seemed to hang in the air of the sterile, fluorescent-lit break room like a ghost refusing to dissipate, and Margaret held it in her trembling hands, the cardboard stiff and unyielding against her skin, as if it were a relic from a different century entirely, a time when such things were whispered...

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