The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The first thing you notice is the weight of the ink, how it pools in the nib before it touches the paper, a small, dark bead that holds the world together. You count the hours since you last slept. Fourteen. The second thing is the name on the envelope. Director Halloway. You have written it three times before the letters aligned, the *H* too sharp, the *y* dragging like a wounded dog. You are...

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