The Wistful Grid
The damp in the basement settles into your bones before you even reach the workbench, a cold weight that mirrors the hollow ache in your chest. You are Elias, thirty-two, and you have been displaced for three years, your engineering credentials dismissed as fraudulent by men who do not understand the difference between a degree and a diploma, between knowledge and paper. Your only desire is...
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