The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

"You have to let it go, Arthur." The words hung in the air, thick and gray, smelling faintly of the damp wool that clung to her shoulders. Arthur stood by the window, his back rigid, staring out at the city that had swallowed itself whole. The rain lashed against the glass, a frantic, invisible drumming that seemed to vibrate in his teeth. He did not turn around. He could not turn around. If he...

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