The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The fire took the roof before the bell rang. Elara watched from the porch as the oak beams splintered. Sparks rose like angry stars. They did not fall back down. They ascended. They joined the dark. The house was gone. It was a skeleton of smoke. The wind pulled the ash into the road. The road was empty. It stretched toward the hills. It was a path. It was a border. It was the edge of what she...

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