The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

March 14 I am thirty-two. I have served twelve years at this post. The wind here does not blow; it pushes. It presses against the stone walls of the outpost, a constant, heavy hand. I want my name cleared. I want to go home. But I cannot leave until the file is closed. Halloway believes I poisoned the supply. He is calm. His voice is level. But his eyes are hollow, like the sockets of a skull...

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