The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The air in the Sector smelled of ozone and burnt sugar, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat like a lie. Julian sat at his desk, the surface humming with a low, subsonic vibration that he felt in his teeth rather than his ears. It was a sound that had become as native to him as the silence of his old home in Leeds, a place now so distant it felt less like geography and more...

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