The Monday Loop
The alarm clock screamed at 8:00 AM. The sound was a jagged blade of noise that sliced through the silence of the bedroom. Marcus opened his eyes and saw the same water stain on the ceiling, shaped vaguely like a screaming face. It was Monday. Again. For the first hundred Mondays, Marcus had tried to solve the puzzle. He had kept a meticulous journal, documenting every variable. He had tried...
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