The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grid of silver needles that turned the world into a blurred, humming tapestry, and I sat in the back of the moving van, watching the familiar streets of Oakhaven dissolve into a smear of wet asphalt and gray sky, feeling the weight of the silence pressing against my eardrums with a physical, almost tangible force that made my teeth ache....

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