The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with wax the color of dried blood, the postmark stamped in a city that did not exist on any map I knew. I opened it in the back of the carriage, the iron wheels clattering against the tracks like a nervous tick, and read the first line: You have found the moth, Thomas, but you have not yet learned how to let it burn. It was from Arthur. Or what remained...

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