The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

You wake to the sound of breaking glass. Not the sharp, clean shatter of a wine goblet, but the dull, heavy thud of something giving way under its own weight. It is the orchard. Specifically, the apple tree in the corner, the one Elias planted the year you moved to the house in Vermont, the one you swore would anchor you to this new, cold life. It is not the tree that is breaking. It is the...

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