The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter is in your pocket. It burns against your thigh like a coal. You are walking away from the house. The door is closing. The wood groans. It is a sound like a bone breaking. You do not look back. You are walking into the fog. The fog is thick. It is white. It is cold. It smells of wet stone and rot. You are a detective. You have worked for the county for twenty years. You know how to...

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