The Sisyphus Chase
The tundra was a flat, white void that stretched in every direction until it met a sky of the same oppressive color. There were no trees, no hills, no landmarks. There was only the snow, and the man, and the fox. The man had been hunting the fox for twenty years. He didn't remember why he had started. The goal had long since evaporated, leaving behind only the habit of the chase. The fox was a...
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