The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The chisel bit into the oak with a sound like a bone snapping, and Elias Thorne did not flinch, though the vibration traveled up his forearm and settled in the knuckles of his left hand, a dull ache that had been building since the first frost of October. He was fifty-four years old, retired from the actuarial tables of a life insurance firm where he had spent three decades calculating the...

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