Sample V-13: The Great Void
I stepped on some ash. I didn't know whose it was, and in the grand scheme of the universe, I suspected it didn't matter. I was a man of habits, and my habit was to forget—to forget the names of my enemies, the faces of my lovers, and the weight of my own sins, until I was nothing more than a hollow shell drifting through a city of ghosts. I didn't care about the smudge on my boot. Then a man...
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