The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

1893. November. The walls of this cell are damp, a coldness that does not stop at the skin but settles into the marrow, a persistent ache that mirrors the hollow space where my honor used to reside. I am writing this by the light of a single, sputtering gas lamp that hangs from a rusted chain above the iron barbed door, the flame trembling in a draft that seems to come from nowhere and...

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