The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The coat is still wet. You can feel the cold seeping into your skin, a damp chill that refuses to leave. It hangs on the hook by the door of the break room, a dark, heavy shape against the peeling beige paint. It is not just a coat. It is a shell. It is the only thing that stands between you and the void outside. You look at it. You do not touch it. You are tired. The fluorescent lights buzz...

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