The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain was cold. It seeped into the wool of Elara’s coat. She pulled the collar up. Her left hand hung by her side. The fingers were stiff. They were always stiff now. She walked the old road. The mud sucked at her boots. The sky was a low gray sheet. It pressed down on the hills. She did not look up. She knew the shape of the dark. It was familiar. Elara had left the city three days ago. The...

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