The Wistful Grid

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2026-08-20 06:39:30 -

The Wistful Grid

The rain had been falling since we crossed the bridge into the valley, a cold, persistent sheet that turned the gravel of the road into a slurry of mud and broken glass, and I remember the way the water ran in rivulets down the high collar of my tunic, soaking into the wool until it felt less like fabric and more like a second skin that was slowly strangling me, because that is what happens...

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