The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The soup was cold, a thick, grey sludge that coated the back of my throat with a taste like wet ash and forgotten iron, and I told him that I had never once in my twenty years of service at the Sanatorium for the Nervous Ailments of the Eastern District felt the warmth of the hearth, despite the fact that the fire was burning so violently in the grate before us that the very air seemed to...

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