The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain lashed the windows of the Pullman car, blurring the passing countryside into a smear of grey and brown. Arthur Vance, forty-two, sat rigid in his seat, his hands clasped tightly around a leather briefcase that contained only deeds, tax records, and a list of real estate agents. He was traveling to Blackwood Manor to sell it. The house had been empty for three years, since Thomas died,...

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