The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

March 14th, 1893. The ink is drying on this page but the cold in my hands will not leave, a chill that seems to have taken root in the marrow of my bones, settling into the joints like silt in a stagnant river, and I am writing this not as a confession to God or a plea for mercy from the men who sit in judgment above me, but as a record for Arthur, because he is the only one who ever looked at...

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