The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The iron taste of blood was thick in my mouth, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to dissipate, even as the dust of the shattered arena settled into a fine, grey veil over the cobblestones. I stood there, my left arm hanging limp and useless, the shoulder dislocated, the pain a distant, humming drone that kept me anchored to the earth while the crowd roared around me...

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