The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The train car smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco, a heavy, suffocating perfume that clung to the back of Elias’s throat as the wheels chattered against the iron tracks outside. He sat in the corner, his spine rigid against the bench, his hands resting on his knees with a stillness that was not peace but a held breath, a suspension of the very air around him. Beside him, his son, Julian,...

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