The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain fell in sheets. It struck the wet pavement of the alley with a sound like tearing silk. Elias stood still. His boots soaked through. The cold seeped into his bones. He was a man of the city, a watcher of its veins. For twenty years, he had worn the grey uniform. He had kept the peace. Or so he believed. The alley was narrow. The walls pressed in. Moss grew in the cracks. It looked like...

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