The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The glass shattered not with a bang, but with a sigh, a delicate, crystalline exhalation that seemed to pull the air out of the room and leave it thin and cold. You stood there, your small hands trembling, the fragments of the blue porcelain bowl scattered across the white tablecloth like the scattered stars of a winter sky, or perhaps like the broken teeth of a cruel smile. The bowl was gone....

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