The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

I. The ferry queue in the rain stretched from the East End docks to the horizon, a grey line of wet wool and iron that smelled of rust and boiled cabbage. Esther Hoyt, twelve years old, stood at the back of the line, her fingers gripping the worn leather of a slave's pass, the paper thin as onion skin from being passed hand to hand. She was not waiting for a boat; she was waiting for the vine...

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