The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

14 November. The rain here does not wash; it cements. It turns the grime of the district into a slick, black mirror that reflects nothing but the hollows of our own exhaustion, and I stand in the doorway of the precinct, watching the steam rise from the manholes in a slow, ghostly spiral, wondering if the air itself is trying to escape the weight of the city or if we are simply too heavy to be...

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