The Sisyphus Seconds
The office was a cathedral of beige. Fluorescent lights hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate in my teeth, and the air smelled of ozone and desperation. I sat at Desk 402, a grey cubicle that felt less like a workspace and more like a coffin for the living. I had the Glitch. A neurological anomaly that allowed me to rewind time by ten seconds. In the beginning, I thought I had found...
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