The Wistful Grid
The left hand of Silas Thorne had been the instrument of his livelihood, a map of calluses and knuckles that spoke of thirty years spent shaping wood into furniture that wealthy families in the industrial cities of Ohio would pay a fortune to own. But on the morning the fire consumed the shop, the hand was no longer an instrument. It was a cage. The fingers, once nimble enough to thread a...
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