The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

"Stop." The word hung in the air, sharp as a snapped wire. "You’re bleeding again." October 14. I have been on this coast for three weeks, and the Grey Coast does not care that I am tired. It does not care that my contract expires Friday, that the firm in the city expects a complete grid of the northern headlands by then, or that my hands have begun to tremble in a way that no amount of brandy...

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