The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The feast is over. The plates are stacked. The wine is red. You are not human. You are the shadow. You are the stain. You are the silence in the room. The lord, Lord Edward, sits at the head. He holds a glass. He looks at you. You are invisible. Or so they think. You are the object. The grid. The wistful grid. You have been here a long time. How long? Time is a loop. It bites. It chews. It...

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