The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter was stained with mud and old blood. It lay on the table in the watchtower. The wood was splintered. Cold rain hit the glass. Thomas wiped the pane. He looked at the letter. It was from her. Or maybe it was from the King. The paper was damp. The ink blurred. He could not read it. He shook his hand. The ink spread. Like a bruise. He sat down. The chair creaked. The wind howled...

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