The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain on the windshield of the taxi was not water, but a living thing, a swarm of silver insects skittering over the glass as you stared out into the gray, pulsating veins of the city. You are Marcus, and you are tired in a way that sleep cannot fix, a fatigue that sits in the marrow of your bones and hums a low, dissonant chord. You are a fighter, or at least you were, in the way that men...

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