The Wistful Grid
14th October, 1892 My dear Thomas, I write to you not as a brother, but as a scholar whose patience has been worn thin by the arrogance of power. I require the return of the silver brooch. It belonged to Margaret. It is the only thing I have left that carries the weight of her final breath, and for three years it has sat in the vitrine of the Duke of Halloway, mocking my grief from behind...
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