The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letters were addressed to no one in particular, or perhaps to everyone who had ever looked at him with a hard, unblinking eye. They were written in a cramped, slanting hand that seemed to bleed into the paper, filled with the dry, rustling sound of a life being dismantled piece by piece. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the edge of his cot in the small, rented room above the bakery on Sutter Street,...

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