The Ant's Ambition
The apartment was small, smelling of old paper and lemon-scented wax. It was located on the fourth floor of a grey tenement building in a city that had long since stopped pretending it had a future. Outside the window, the sky was a flat, featureless white, a sign that the "Great Erasure" had finally reached the urban sectors. Arthur spent his last day cleaning. He didn't panic. He didn't pray....
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