The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The mud sucked at his boots with a wet, hungry sound. Colonel Elias Thorne wiped the grime from his eyes. He did not look up. The rain fell in sheets, cold and indifferent, washing the blood from the cobblestones into the gutters. Around him, the world was a blur of gray stone and darker water. He was a man of order. Order was the only thing that kept the void at bay. His hand found the hilt of...

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