The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain slapped the windshield in irregular, greasy sheets, blurring the white line of the highway into a smear of grey. Elias Thorne gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, feeling the vibration of the engine travel up through the leather and into his bones. He had left Clara at the airport terminal twenty minutes ago, the sound of her heels on the tiled floor still echoing in his...

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