The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a suspended, grey curtain that blurred the edge of the world where the pavement ended and the wet, rotting leaf litter began. Margaret Holloway stood at the threshold of the apothecary, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts that fogged the air in front of her lips and vanished before it could form words, her fingers white-knuckled around the strap...

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