The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The glass shatters before you understand why it has to. It is a Tuesday in November, the air in the town of Oakhaven thick with the smell of wet pine and impending rain, and the sound is not a crash but a scream, high and thin, tearing through the quiet of the library. You are seven years old. You are holding the object that was supposed to be the savior of your world. It is a prism, heavy and...

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