The Sisyphus Dig
The world was a flat, grey plain under a sky the color of a dead television screen. There were no cities, no forests, only the Man and the Hole. The Man did not remember his name. He only remembered the Purpose: he had to dig. He had been digging for what felt like a thousand years, carving a perfect cylinder into the ash-colored earth. He believed that at the bottom of the hole, there was a...
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