The Wistful Grid
The letter was found in the breast pocket of a field jacket that had been soaked through by rain and left to dry in a corner of the barracks, a garment that had once been crisp olive drab but had since faded into the dull, weary grey of the Scottish moors. It was a document written in ink that had begun to bleed at the edges, the paper soft and pliable from years of being carried, folded, and...
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