The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The light in Room 402 was the color of old teeth, a pale, institutional grey that did not change from hour to hour. "Are you still doing that?" Dr. Thorne asked, his voice thin and reedy, like dry leaves skittering across pavement. He stood in the doorway, his white coat buttoned to the chin, a shield against the cold that seemed to radiate from the corner where Julian lay. Elara did not look...

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