The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter lay on the mahogany desk, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and old rain. It was not a letter in the traditional sense, for it had no recipient and no return address, only a date that seemed to have been scratched into the paper by a desperate hand. It was the account of Elias Thorne, written in the final days before his confinement, a record of the strange, quiet unraveling...

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