The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The grid was there again. It hung over the yard, a lattice of black wires stretched across the grey sky, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic beat that matched the throb in my temples. I blinked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and the lines dissolved into the smoke of the coal stacks, but the feeling remained, a tightness in the chest that felt less like fatigue and more like a noose. I am Thomas...

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