The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

14th November, 1912 Elise, my hands are trembling so badly I can barely hold the pen. The ink blots on this page are not from a slip of the hand, but from the sweat that has soaked through the paper. I am sitting at my desk in the office, the one with the green leather chair that squeaks when I shift my weight, and I am writing to you because I do not know who else to tell. Mr. Halloway has...

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