The Last Ten Minutes
(A Minimalist Realist Study) The room was a cube of matte white. No windows, no furniture, only a single chair and a small table with a cup of lukewarm coffee. I do not remember my name. Names are a luxury of the living, and I am merely a lingering echo. Outside the walls of the sanctuary, the universe was ending. Not with a bang, but with a series of quiet clicks. I spent the first five...
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