The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain had stopped. Mara stood on the wet pavement. She held a ledger. It was heavy. Her sister, Elara, waited. Elara wore gray. Her hair was pulled back. It was tight. "Is it done?" Elara asked. Mara nodded. She did not look up. "It is done." Elara stepped closer. The street was empty. Cars had passed. The air smelled of oil. It smelled of wet stone. "You have carried it long," Elara said....

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