The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The fire started in the rafters of the old barn, a sudden and terrible bloom of orange that turned the night air into a furnace. You watched from the distance of the frozen field, your breath hanging in the dark like a ghostly tether, as the timber twisted and screamed. It was not a natural fire. You knew this because the flames did not consume; they preserved. They licked the edges of the...

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