The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink is brown, the color of dried blood or perhaps the earth after a long rain, and it smells of iron and decay. I am writing this from the cold stone floor of the cellar beneath the Abbey of St. Jude, where the air is so thick with damp that it tastes of rot. You will not read this until I am gone, for I have sealed the letter within a lead pipe, buried beneath the flagstone where the old...

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