The Accidental King
(V-07: Dirty Realism) The apartment smelled of boiled cabbage and damp carpets. Arthur sat on a plastic chair that wobbled every time he breathed, staring at a piece of toast that was burnt on one side and raw in the middle. Arthur was a man of profound insignificance. He worked as a night janitor at a corporate plaza, spending his hours mopping floors that would be dirty again by dawn. His...
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