The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the ink still wet and smelling faintly of iron and rain, though it had traveled by post from the coastal town of Blackwood Harbor to our inland village of Oakhaven, a distance that should have taken days, not hours. I held the envelope in my left hand, the one that trembles now more often than not, while my right hand rested on the cold steel of the desk, a...

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