The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The air in the basement of the Whitmore Industrial Archive smelled of wet paper and old copper, a scent that Margaret Holloway had come to associate with the weight of things that should not be said. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days had begun to bleed into one another like watercolors left in the rain. She sat at her desk, a narrow sliver of mahogany that had witnessed the...

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