The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

March 14, 1924. I am forty-two years old and I am a thief. This is the first thing I must write down, for if I do not pin it to the page, the house will swallow it. The estate is crumbling, the plaster flaking from the ceiling like dead skin, but the library is the worst of it. The air there is thick, stale with the scent of damp wool and rotting paper. I came here to sell the place. I need the...

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