The Quiet Proxy
(Variant V-12: Minimalist Realism) George lived in a town where the only sound was the hum of the refrigerator in the local convenience store. He spent his days in a beige living room, watching the dust motes dance in the afternoon light. His son had left twenty years ago, a departure that had been as quiet as the town itself. Kevin arrived in June. He was a man of few words and steady hands....
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