The Quiet Breath of the Void
(Variant V-12: Minimalist Realism/Existentialism) The station was a concrete slab in the middle of a salt flat. There was one long wooden bench, one flickering yellow lamp, and a clock that had stopped at 4:12. Elias sat on the bench. He was eighty years old, and he was waiting for the last train. The world was ending, but it was doing so with a profound lack of drama. There were no sirens, no...
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