The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

Roisin Kavanagh stood before the door, her hand resting on the cold iron handle, feeling the absence of moisture where the dampness had been for months. The air in the hallway was dry, sterile, and smelled of nothing at all. She had won the truth, but the world that had held it was gone. I The dream came again, a grid of wet earth stretching out to a horizon that did not exist. Roisin woke with...

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