The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain hammered against the leaded glass of the conservatory with a rhythmic, mechanical fury, blurring the outlines of the garden into a smear of grey and black. I stood before the drafting table, my hand steady as a surgeon’s, tracing the final lines of the atmospheric condensation unit for Lord Alistair’s new estate. The graphite whispered against the paper, a sound so faint it was easily...

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