The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink was still wet when the fog rolled in, thick and gray as the wool of a dead sheep, swallowing the station platform whole. Elias Thorne sat on the cold wooden bench, his legs crossed, his hands resting on the leather-bound journal that served as both map and scripture. He was not a man who believed in ghosts, or at least, he had told himself this so often over the last three decades that...

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