The Wistful Grid
The letter was found in the lining of a coat that had long since lost its shape, the wool thinned by years of scrubbing and steam. It was dated November the fourteenth, though the year was not written, a common omission for a man who believed time was a river he could dam with ink. The handwriting was small, cramped, and urgent, the letters leaning into one another like men huddled against a...
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