The Breakfast of the End
Clara lived in a white box in the sky. Her apartment in Midtown Manhattan was a masterpiece of minimalism: white walls, white floors, and a view of a city that was currently being deleted. The collapse had started six months ago. It wasn't a bang; it was a glitch. First, the colors began to fade. Then, the laws of causality started to fray. Now, the most prominent feature of the apocalypse was...
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