The Last Argument
(Variant V-14: Dirty Realism) The apartment smelled of boiled cabbage and old cigarettes. Outside the window, the sky of New Jersey was no longer blue; it was a flat, shimmering silver, like a mirror that had been cracked. The "Flattening" had reached the coast. Mark and Sarah were sitting at the kitchen table, a half-empty bottle of cheap rye between them. They weren't talking about the end of...
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