The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The fog in the industrial district of Ashworth did not lift; it merely thinned, revealing the skeletal ribs of the ironworks and the soot-blackened faces of the men who toiled within. You were not one of them, not in the way that mattered to the foremen, yet you moved among them with the same heavy, rhythmic gait. Your name, if it was a name at all, was Elias, though the others called you the...

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