The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The mud on the riverbank was cold and gritty, a texture that seeped through Ivan Pavlov’s uniform and settled into the bone of his leg. He lay pinned against the earth, his scalp bleeding hot onto the wet soil, his rifle trembling in hands that had forgotten how to hold steady. Across from him, his former partner, Yevgeny, gasped for air, his face a mask of sudden, terrible collapse. The...

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