The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter is dated the fourteenth of November, the ink a faded violet that seems to bleed into the parchment even now, decades later. I am writing this to you, Elias, from the workshop that no longer exists, or perhaps it exists still, buried under the new concrete foundations of the municipal library. You will not understand why I address you in the past tense, for I am alive, and you are...

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