The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

14th March, 1912 I counted the hours of the night as the oil in the lamp burned down, measuring the dark by the inch of flame that retreated toward the wick, a slow and steady erosion of light that mirrored the erosion of my standing in this village. I am forty-two years old, a constable for the Crown in the remote glens of the Scottish Highlands, and I have spent twenty years serving the...

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