The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The feast is over, the plates are stacked in the sink, and the air in the kitchen is thick with the smell of burnt fat and stale beer, but you are still standing there, holding a half-empty glass, watching the rain streak down the windowpane and wondering why the world feels so heavy on your shoulders tonight. You are a man of few words, a tailor who mends the collars of those who sit in high...

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