The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain hits the pavement in a steady, rhythmic hiss, a sound you have learned to love more than silence. You stand in the doorway of the apartment, your hand resting on the cold brass of the doorframe. It is late. The city outside is a blur of neon and wet asphalt, a grid of lights that pulses like a slow, dying heartbeat. You are not supposed to be here. You are not supposed to be awake. But...

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