The Wistful Grid
The wool coat is too heavy for the season, a dense, charcoal weave that has lost its shape over twelve years of damp London winters. It sits on your shoulders not as clothing but as a burden, the lining worn thin to the point of translucence. You are Elias Thorne, forty-five, a mid-level archivist at the Ministry of Cultural Heritage, and you have exactly three days before the budget committee...
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