The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

"Put the pen down, Thomas." I did not. My hand was shaking, a fine tremor that traveled from the wrist to the tip of the nib, and the ink was spreading again, black and wet, ignoring the boundaries of the ruled lines. It was a web of dark liquid, sticky and cold, pooling in the margins of the stationery. I wanted to write to Elise. I wanted to tell her that I was sorry, that the money had not...

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