The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain hammered against the skylight of the detached house, a relentless, rhythmic assault that turned the air inside into a thick, grey soup of damp and old wool, and Thomas stood by the window watching the water bead and run down the glass, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the cold seep through the soles of his boots, his eyes fixed on the reflection of the room behind him, a room...

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