The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink is still wet on the last line, a dark smudge that spreads across the heavy cream paper like a bruise forming under the skin, and I find my hand trembling as I press the nib to the desk, the scratch of the quill a sound that feels too loud, too violent for the silence of this room. You are standing there, or perhaps you are the memory of standing there, because in the fog of my mind, the...

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