The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

Chapter One Antonio Lacson’s hands were stained with the rust of the mine shafts, a brown that worked deep into the whorls of his palms. He was twenty-eight, a match factory inspector in the Hawaiian islands, and his professional license had lapsed three weeks ago. The air in the field hospital smelled of antiseptic and wet wool, a sharp, chemical bite that coated the back of his throat. He sat...

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