The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter lies on the desk. It is a heavy thing, bound in red leather that has cracked like dry earth. You hold it in your hands. Your fingers are cold. The air in the room is still. It smells of dust and old paper. You are not alone, though. There is a presence here. It is thick. It presses against your skin. It is the memory of the building. You arrived by train. The platform was empty. The...

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