The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones outside the ledger office into a slick, mirror-like expanse reflecting the gaslights above. I sat at my desk, the mahogany cold against my elbows, watching the droplets race down the windowpane in frantic, uncoordinated streams. The air smelled of wet wool and old paper, a scent that had long since...

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