The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

14 October 1912. The count is precise: forty-seven miles of surveyed ridge, three hundred and twelve boundary stones, and a single, unbroken line of red ink that refuses to fade. I have spent the last six hours hunched over the drafting table, my shoulders aching with a dull, persistent heat that the cold draught from the window cannot reach. The ink is the problem. It is not the standard iron...

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