The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The wire was singing again. October 12, 1994 The note is low, a B-flat that sits in the back of the throat. It does not stop when I breathe. It is the fence. The border. The grid that holds the world together or holds it apart, depending on which side of the ledger you stand. I am on this side. I am Elias Thorne, Agent, Class II. I have been here for nineteen years. My knees ache when the damp...

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