The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink in the pot had begun to thicken, a dark, viscous substance that resisted the nib of Elias Thorne’s pen, much like the resistance of the bureaucracy he found himself entangled with. He sat at the small, scarred desk in his quarters, the rain hammering against the single pane of glass, and wrote to Major Harrow with a hand that trembled not from fear, but from a profound, physical...

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