The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

Your fingers are stained with the grey dust of the escapement, a fine powder that tastes of old iron and dried rose petals, as you pry the final gear from the porcelain housing of the clock. It is a Tuesday, the fourteenth of November, and the rain has been hammering against the window of the study for three hours, a relentless percussion that makes the silence of the room feel heavy,...

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