The Loop of the Nameless
In a town where the clocks ran backward and the streets led to the same square, there lived a man known only as The Father. He had lost his son to a wolf, or perhaps he had imagined the wolf, or perhaps the wolf was the only real thing in a world of cardboard and echoes. The Father's revenge was a masterpiece of bureaucracy. He spent his days filling out forms in triplicate, petitioning the...
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