The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink in the bottle was the color of dried blood, a deep, oxblood red that seemed to pulse against the white porcelain of the inkwell, and I wrote it down in the margin of my journal with a hand that trembled not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the cold that had settled into the bones of the city. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, for time had become a fluid,...

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