The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The iron was cold. I held it tight. My knuckles white. The metal bit into my palm. It hurt. Good. Pain was real. The world was not. Or so they said. I am Thomas. I was a man of law. I wore the star. I walked the beat. Now I walk the wild. Now I walk alone. The wind screamed. It tore at my cloak. It tore at my mind. I looked at the iron. It was a plowshare. Broken. Bent. A relic of the old...

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