The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

Arthur. The name was not shouted, but it hung in the air of the counting house, suspended between the ticking of the mantel clock and the rhythmic scratching of Mr. Vane’s pen on the intake form. It was a summons that carried the weight of the entire firm, a summons that Arthur Penhaligon, clerk of the third tier, felt settle into the marrow of his aching spine as he stood before the mahogany...

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