The Wistful Grid
Chapter One The commuter belt ground to a halt, the rail strike choking the arteries of the town while the fog burned off by ten, leaving the streets raw and gray. In the backstreet laundry, Lucia Vitale, thirty-four, folded sheets that smelled of lye and old sweat, her mind fixed on the Senior Archivist position she needed to secure by Friday to escape the payday loan she had rolled over five...
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