The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain hit the asphalt like static. Major Elias Thorne woke in the trench. Mud. Cold. He checked his weapon. Loaded. He checked his pulse. Fast. He was in the village. The name was forgotten. The time was wrong. The sky was grey. A grid. White lines. Crossing the field. He saw the grid. It was always there. In the mud. In the rain. In his mind. He moved. Left. Right. Up. Down. The grid was a...

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