The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain has stopped, but the mud remains. You stand on the porch of the farmhouse, watching the mist roll off the black river. Your breath is a thin white line in the cold air. You are holding a letter. It is not a love letter. It is not a letter of apology. It is a certificate of discharge, stamped in red ink that looks like dried blood. You did not ask for this. You fought. You bled. You...

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