Sisyphus's Reset Button
(Style: Minimalist Realism) Ben lived in a town that felt like a photocopy of a photocopy. The houses were the same shade of beige, the rain fell in the same rhythmic drizzle, and every Tuesday at 3:14 PM, the local bakery burned a batch of cinnamon rolls. Ben had a button. Not a physical one, but a mental trigger that allowed him to reset the last twenty-four hours. At first, it was a game. He...
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