The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

14 October 1893 The cough has returned, a dry, rattling thing that sits in the base of my throat like a stone, but I have no time for it today because the new recruit, Julian, has just stepped into the drill yard wearing a frayed crimson sash that I recognize with a sudden, violent lurch of memory. It is the same sash I wore for three years before I was discharged for insubordination, the same...

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