The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink had not yet dried on the final line of the ledger, a testament to the quiet, relentless machinery of the Institution, when Arthur Penhaligon felt the first sharp, insidious tug in the center of his chest, a sensation not unlike the tearing of a rusted hinge from a door that had been sealed for decades. He sat in the dimly lit office, the air thick with the scent of old paper and the...

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