The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain hit the windshield like gravel. Elias wiped the glass. The wipers stuck. He switched them off. The city outside was a smear of neon and grey. Chicago. Or maybe Detroit. It did not matter. The streets were all the same. Wet. Cold. Empty. He sat in the patrol car. Engine idling. A low hum. The dashboard lights cut through the dark. Red. Blue. Red. Blue. Elias stared at his hands. They...

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