The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The dream is always the same, a quiet disintegration that begins at the fingertips and moves inward toward the wrist, a slow turning to ash that feels less like pain and more like a release from weight. You wake with the phantom sensation of dust on your tongue, the air in your small apartment thick with the scent of old paper and dry rot, and you know, with a certainty that borders on physical...

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