The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The alarm did not ring. It screamed. It was a sound that lived inside the teeth. A high, thin vibration that turned the air in the bunker into something solid. Cold. Grey. Marcus sat up. His body moved before his mind caught up. Old habits. The body remembers what the mind tries to forget. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. Not with fear. With exhaustion. He had been awake for forty...

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