The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

14 October 1912 The ink in my well is drying, a brown scab forming over the black depths, much like the silence that has settled over this house since Thomas was taken into custody this morning. I am thirty-two years old, and I have spent the last six hours at the composing case in the Meridian Press, my fingers numb from the cold iron of the type, trying to secure a permanent position that...

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