The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The dream begins with the sound of a zipper tearing through silk, a sharp, metallic shriek that cuts through the silence of the night, and you are standing in a vast, glass-walled atrium where the air is conditioned to a sterile, clinical chill, and in your hands you hold a garment that is not quite a garment but a lattice of fiber-optic threads, shimmering with the faint, dying light of a...

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