The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter was found in a shoe box. It smelled of lavender and dust. It was written by Elara. Her hand shook. The ink bled. I am not human. I have never been human. The words stared at her. Elara sat on the floor. The apartment was quiet. Outside, the city roared. Cars. Sirens. Rain. She held the box. It was light. It was heavy. Remember the party. The gala. The gold. Everyone was smiling. They...

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