The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The hand was already on the shoulder when the light shifted from the grey of dawn to the pale, hard gold of morning, a pressure so cold it felt less like touch and more like a void where flesh should be, and Elias Thorne did not move, for he had learned that if he flinched, the sensation would sharpen into a needle, but if he held still, it would remain a heavy, silent weight, like a wet wool...

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