The Dance of the Last Hour
K lived in a city of grey. The buildings were grey, the sky was grey, and the people were a smudge of charcoal against a concrete backdrop. Every day, K woke up at 6:00 AM, took the same train, sat in the same cubicle, and processed the same spreadsheets for eight hours. He was a man of habits. He liked the predictability of his boredom. Then the 'Thinning' began. It started as a rumor in the...
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