The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink on the page has dried, or perhaps it has merely faded into the grain of the paper, but I remember the exact weight of the pen in my hand, that cold, metallic certainty that felt less like writing and more like a confession carved into the skin of the world, and I am sitting now in the library of a town that does not appear on any map I have ever consulted, a place where the mist seems...

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