The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The chisel slipped, carving a shallow trench into the oak workbench, and I watched the splinter curl away like a dead leaf before I could stop it. My hands were shaking, a tremor that had nothing to do with the cold seeping through the floorboards of the office in Blackwood, and everything to do with the way the room had shifted again while I slept. It was October fourteenth, 1942, and the...

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