The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of the tobacco pipe smoke that Colonel Halloway used to chew on during inspections, a scent that had permeated the serge of Elias Thorne’s uniform over the last four years of service on the border. He held it under the flickering gaslight of the garrison office, the flame guttering in the draft that whistled through the gaps in the iron...

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