The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the windowpanes of the fourth-floor apartment in Bristol like a second skin. Elara stood before the glass, her breath fogging a small, circular void in the condensation, watching the city below dissolve into a smear of neon and wet asphalt. She was seven years old, though she often felt older in the way that time...

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