Sample V-12: The White Room
(Style E: Minimalist Realism) The room was white. The walls, the floor, the ceiling—all a seamless, blinding ivory. There were two chairs, one table, and a single lamp that never flickered. Elias and Sarah had been there for three years. Or perhaps it was three centuries. Time in the White Room was not a river; it was a stagnant pond. "Do you remember the rain?" Sarah asked. Her voice was a...
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