The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The frost has taken the garden again, and with it, the last of the lavender that Mother planted the year you were born. I write this by the light of a tallow candle, for the storm has torn the thatch from the western eaves, and the wind howls like a wolf denied its kill. You will think me mad, perhaps, to send this letter from the isolation ward, but the physician says I have but a few days...

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