The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey mist that turned the city of Ashworth into a watercolor painting left out in the damp, blurring the hard edges of the brick and stone until they seemed to dissolve into the wet air. Inside the narrow office on the fourth floor of the municipal archive, Julian Vane stood with his back to the window, his hands trembling not...

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