The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the edges of the world until the highway became a suggestion rather than a fact. I sat in the passenger seat of the sedan, watching the wipers beat a rhythmic, futile tempo against the glass. Thomas drove with a stillness that frightened me, his hands resting lightly on the wheel as if he were not...

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