The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Millhaven Square into a slick, black mirror that reflected the grey sky above. I am writing this from the wet bench by the fountain, my hands still shaking from the shouting match with the council members who sat under their umbrellas like a row of solemn herons. They have voted, by a margin of four to one, to pave over the...

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