The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain had been falling for three days straight, a cold, relentless sheet that turned the dirt road into a sucking brown sludge, and I found myself standing at the edge of the clearing with my hands full of glass shards that cut into my palms until the blood ran down my wrists and mixed with the mud on the ground, and I thought to myself that if this was freedom, it was a price I could not...

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