The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter was sealed with wax the color of dried blood, and Margaret held it in her hands as if it were a live bird that might burst from her grip at any moment. Outside the window of the small, windowless room in the basement of the archive, the rain drummed a relentless, monotonous rhythm against the single pane of glass. It was a sound she had come to associate with silence, a white noise...

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