The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The water in the reservoir behind the glass house had not moved in forty years, a perfect, unblinking eye staring up at the sky from the center of the town’s most prestigious district. I used to stand at the railing, my fingers tracing the cold iron, watching the surface reflect the oak trees with a fidelity that felt less like optics and more like a trap. The reflection was always clearer than...

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