The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter was already on the table when Elias woke, the paper damp and cold against his fingers, the ink still wet as if it had been written in the breath of the morning. He did not look at the clock. He knew the time by the quality of the light filtering through the sheer curtains, a pale, washed-out grey that suggested a day without sun, a day where the sky was merely a ceiling of water held...

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