The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

Act I "You're staring at the reflection again, Esther. It’s been three minutes." Esther Cranfield looked up from the ledger, her fingers stained with the ink of the Aetheric Grid’s eastern sector. The mirror in the lapel of her ceremonial coat, a relic from the old gold fields, showed not her face but a smudge of static, a grey noise that shifted when she blinked. It was a domestic uncanny...

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