The Man in the White Room
(V-12: Minimalist Existentialism) There was a house. It was made of white wood and sat in the middle of a white plain. There were no trees, no hills, and no other houses. There was only the wind, which sounded like a long, slow exhale. A man lived in the house. He had no name, and he had forgotten why he was there. Every morning, the man walked to the edge of the porch. He looked at the white...
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