The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter was dated October 14th. It lay on the cold oak desk of the war room, a white rectangle against the dark wood. Outside, the rain hammered the high windows of the fortress. Inside, the air smelled of stale tobacco and wet wool. "Read it again," the Colonel said. His voice was low. He did not look up from the map. "Read it?" Thomas asked. He held the paper with stiff fingers. "Read it....

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