The Wistful Grid
The coat had been hanging on the back of the chair in the corner of the classroom for three days. It was a heavy thing, woolen and charcoal grey, with a lining that had seen better decades. To the other students, it was merely an object, a static point in the visual field, something to step over or ignore. To Elias, however, it was a problem. A technical anomaly in the otherwise predictable...
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