The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grief that soaked the wool of Clara’s coat before it touched the ground. She stood in the doorway of the magistrate’s office, the door heavy with the scent of damp paper and old wood, listening to the silence that follows a scream. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper. Clara adjusted the collar of her coat,...

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