The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The train moved. It moved through the dark. The lights were low. They hummed. A low, constant drone. It filled the space. It pressed against the glass. Elias sat. He held his ticket. It was a small card. White paper. Black ink. The route was printed there. North to South. The distance was long. The time was short. He did not look at the clock. He looked at his hands. They were steady. They were...

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