The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The train hissed against the iron tracks, a long, shuddering exhale that seemed to pull the very air from the carriage. Elias sat with his back pressed against the cold steel of the window, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of his seat. The journey had taken him from the coastal fog of Boston to the soot-stained heart of Pittsburgh, a transit of days that had worn the edges off his...

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