The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The exhibition hall smelled of ozone and polished brass, a sharp, metallic tang that seemed to settle in the lungs and refuse to leave. Arthur Vane stood before his masterwork, the Soul-Grid, its intricate lattice of gears and escapements humming with a low, resonant thrum that he felt not in his ears but in the hollows of his chest. It was a beautiful thing, a testament to the precision of the...

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