The Wistful Grid
The letter is found in the pocket of your uniform. The cloth is damp. The ink has bled into the weave. You hold it by the corners, as if it is a live thing. It is a map. Or a diagram. It shows the town from above. It is drawn in charcoal. It is precise. It is wrong. You are Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw. You have served for twenty years. You have kept the peace. You have kept the order. The town of...
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