The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letters were written on paper that smelled of wet wool and stale pipe tobacco. They were addressed to no one, or rather, to the void that had opened up beneath the floorboards of his life. Arthur Vane had been a clockmaker of modest renown in the town of Oakhaven, a place where the fog rolled in thick from the river and stayed until noon. His hands were his own property, he used to say, and...

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