The Wistful Grid
Act I "You will file the transfer request in triplicate, or you will file your resignation, Pilar Cortes." The words hung in the damp air of the custom house, heavy as the wet wool of her coat. Pilar stood before the desk of Major Vane, a man whose authority was carved from the same stone as the harbor walls, rigid and unyielding. She was thirty-four, a border warden with twelve years of...
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