The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

October 14, 1893 The claret in my glass was the color of a bruise, thick and unmoving, while the orchestra played a waltz that seemed to drag its feet through the mud of the ballroom floor. I stood in the shadow of a marble column, watching the industrialists of Harrowgate raise their crystal flutes in a toast to progress, their laughter sharp enough to cut the heavy air. There was a specific...

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