The Sand Clock
The silence of the 'Evergreen Meadows' retirement community was a physical weight. It was a place designed to make death feel like a luxury hotel stay. Julian, a retired professor of phenomenology, spent his days walking the manicured lawns, observing the slow erosion of human identity. He had been adopted by a man of immense wealth and equally immense coldness. For years, Julian had struggled...
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