The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The fog in Oakhaven does not merely settle; it chokes, a thick, grey wool that smothers the stone cottages and turns the familiar paths into a labyrinth of shifting shadows. I write this by the light of a tallow candle, the flame trembling in the draft that finds its way through the cracks of the shutters, while my mother sleeps the fitful, rattling sleep of the dying in the next room. I am...

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