The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

14 March 1924 The shawl is gone. I have searched every corner of this study, every drawer, every fold of the rug, and it is not there. It was draped over the chair by the window this morning, a familiar weight of grey wool that smelled of lavender and old dust, a scent that has been my only companion since Martha’s death. Now the chair is bare, the wood stripped of its softness. I am a fool to...

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