The Wistful Grid
October 14, 2023 The lattice is tighter today, Elena. It presses against my sternum like a cold iron plate, humming with a frequency that vibrates in my teeth. I can see it, though I cannot explain how without sounding like the men they send to evaluate my "stability." It is a grid of pale, blue-white light, suspended in the air above our street, intersecting at points that pulse with a sickly...
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