The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The train rattled through the grey, damp hills of the Midlands, carrying Margaret Ashworth toward a station that seemed less like a destination and more like a verdict. She sat by the window, her fingers tracing the condensation on the glass, watching the world blur into a smear of brown earth and skeletal trees. It was a cold, thin kind of cold, the sort that settles into the marrow and...

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