The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain against the windowpane was a relentless, rhythmic tapping, a sound that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the end of shifts and the beginning of long, cold drives, and he watched the water streak down the glass with the detached focus of a man waiting for a train that had already left the station. He was fifty-four years old, a former combat medic who had spent the last decade in...

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