The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the windowpanes of the watchtower with the tenacity of a widow’s grief. Thomas Ashworth stood at the center of the room, his back to the glass, his hands resting on the cold steel of the railing. He was a man who had built his life on the architecture of order, on the rigid grid of duty that stretched from the...

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