The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The date is scratched into the margin in blue ink, the only color in a page of gray handwriting. November 14th. The cough is worse today. It rattles in my chest like a stone dropped down a dry well. I looked at my arm again. The grid is bright. It pulses with a cold, electric blue light, visible only to us. To anyone else, I am just a boy with a fever. To Dr. Aris, I am a map. He told me this...

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