The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a steady, hollow rhythm against the windowpanes of the house, a sound that seemed to come from inside the walls rather than the sky. I sat at the kitchen table, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. The steam had risen and vanished, leaving only the dark, bitter residue on the tongue. Outside, the garden was a...

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