The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

October 12, 1924 The trowel bites into the wet mortar with a sound like tearing wet leather, and my hand is already cramping, the knuckles white against the handle as I force the joint to seal. The Grand Hall is finished, or rather, the arch is finished, which is what matters to the men in the county office who count their pounds in ledgers. I look up at the keystone, the one I carved myself, a...

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