The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

Marta’s hand shook as she held the pen. The ink bled into the cream paper. It was a Tuesday. The rain tapped against the glass. She looked at her fingers. They were stained blue. Not with dirt. With ink. Or blood. She could not tell. The lines blurred. "Did you see it?" the voice asked. It was not a voice. It was a pressure behind her eyes. "I saw the grid," she wrote. "It is in the...

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