The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

Mara kept the letters in a tin box under the floorboards. They were not written to anyone. She wrote them to the dress. It was a red wool coat. Heavy. Thick. It sat on a wooden hanger by the door. It had belonged to her mother. Then to her. Then, perhaps, to no one. The office smelled of stale coffee and fear. Mara sat at her desk. She typed. The keys clicked. Click. Click. Click. She was a...

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