The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Blackwood City like a static hiss, blurring the edges of the world into grey watercolor. Thomas Ashworth walked with his hands in his pockets, the wet wool of his greatcoat heavy against his shoulders. He was a man of the law, or had been, before the ink dried on his final report. Now he was just a man walking toward the station, his boots squelching in the...

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