The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter lay on the desk. It was a thin, pale thing, like a leaf that had fallen from a tree in winter. Marcus Thorne picked it up. He did not open it. He looked at the envelope. The ink was blue. It was a deep, cold blue. It looked like the sky before a storm. Marcus knew the hand that had written the address. It was his own. He had written it three days ago. He had sent the letter to...

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