The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter was folded into a square so small it could have fit inside the hollow of a walnut, and I kept it there, in the pocket of my coat, for three days before I finally opened it, my fingers trembling not from the cold of the cellar where I hid, but from the sheer, suffocating weight of the silence that had followed my father’s departure, a silence that felt less like an absence and more...

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