The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink is still wet on the date, October 14, 1893, and my fingers are trembling so violently that the letters bleed into one another, a blurring of will against the paper that mirrors the state of the world I inhabit. I am writing this by the light of a tallow candle that smells of rendered fat and old smoke, the only warmth in a room where the damp has settled into the very bones of the...

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