The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The coat was wool. Heavy, dark grey, and smelling of damp wool and old tobacco. It hung on the hook by the door. Thomas did not look at it. He looked at the mud on his boots. He wiped them on the stone floor. The stone was cold. It bit through the leather. "Are you ready, Thomas?" The voice was soft. It was not a question. It was a statement of fact. Thomas nodded. He did not turn around. His...

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