The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink on this page is dry, but the soot in my lungs is not; it sits there, a cold, black sediment in the chambers of my breath, reminding me of the night the grid first sang. You asked for the report, Colonel, but what I am sending you is a confession, written in the hand of a man who has seen the machinery of empire and found it to be less a tool of order than a mouth waiting to be fed. I...

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