The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

I dreamed of the ivy again. It climbed the wall of the watchtower. Thick. Green. Alive. It strangled the stone. It held the structure up. Without the ivy, the tower would fall. I knew this. I always knew this. But in the dream, I cut it down. "Stop," I said in the sleep. "Let it grow." The ivy screamed. Not a sound. A feeling. A tearing in the chest. I woke up. The cellar was cold. The air...

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