The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

1892, November 4. The fever has returned, as it always does before the rains. I sat at the table in the dark, the wood cold against my palms, and watched the bowl of fruit on the center plate. It was a collection of peaches and plums, bought that morning from the market in Oakhaven, yet they did not look like food. They looked like bruises. They looked like the things I saw in the dream, the...

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