The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain does not fall so much as it presses against the glass, a relentless, grey thumb pushing through the world, and you stand in the center of the dining room, holding a glass of whiskey that has long since gone warm, watching the water drip from the eaves onto the flagstones below where the ferns are dying. It is the evening of the anniversary, the fifth year since you took over the...

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