The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink is wet again. It has been wet for three days, and it does not dry. I watched it this morning, sitting on the edge of my desk where the light from the window cuts a sharp, dusty rectangle across the blotter. It is a thick, viscous black, smelling faintly of iron and old rain, and it spreads in a slow, deliberate circle that has now consumed the corner of the survey map for the Whispering...

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