The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter was found in the pocket of your coat, three years after you had stopped wearing it. The ink had faded to a bruised purple, the paper brittle as autumn leaves, but the words remained sharp, cutting into the silence of the study where you now sit, waiting for the end of the day. You are a clockmaker. This is the first thing you must remember, before the fog rolls in, before the hands...

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