The Wistful Grid
The storm broke over the Appalachian foothills with a violence that seemed to strip the very skin from the earth, sending a torrent of sleet and freezing rain cascading down the rusted siding of the abandoned textile mill where Silas Vane had taken shelter, and in that sudden, blinding chaos of wind and water, the heavy wool overcoat he wore—a garment that had been stitched by his mother’s...
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