The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain hit the glass. It was hard. It was fast. Margaret pressed her forehead against the cold pane. She felt the vibration. She felt the cold. She did not move. "Are you there?" The voice came from the hall. It was low. It was soft. It was Thomas. "I am here," she said. Her voice was dry. It cracked. She swallowed. The sound was loud. It filled the room. It filled the silence. "Come out."...

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