The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

October 14, 1893. The rain has not stopped for three days. It drums against the tin roof of the supply tent, a relentless, metallic rhythm that drives the sound into my bones. I am sitting by the small stove, polishing my boots, though they are already clean. The leather is soft now, worn in by months of marching through the red dust of the frontier. My hands move in a slow circle, a mechanical...

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