The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The dream was always the same, a lattice of steel and concrete groaning under a weight it was never designed to bear, the gridlines snapping one by one into silence. Elias Thorne woke at four in the morning, his sheets damp with a sweat that felt colder than the November air outside his window. He did not return to sleep; instead, he sat at his desk, the blue glow of the computer screen...

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