The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain had not stopped for three days. It was a gray, persistent drizzle that turned the world outside the glass walls of the Department of Temporal Continuity into a blurred watercolor of slate and ash. I sat at my desk, the one with the wobbly leg that clicked against the linoleum with every shift of my weight, and watched the clock. It was 4:58 PM. Two minutes until the end of my shift....

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