The Static Void
The town had no name. It didn't need one. It was a place of grey houses, grey streets, and a sky that remained a constant, unblinking shade of slate. Elias lived in House 42. Every morning, he woke up at 6:00 AM. He brushed his teeth for exactly two minutes. He ate a bowl of oatmeal. He walked three blocks to the grey office building, sat in a grey chair, and moved digital files from one folder...
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