The Infinite Loop (V-12: Minimalist Realism)
The room was a square of beige wallpaper and a single, humming fluorescent light. For Elias, the world consisted of this room and the man who sat across from him. His father, Marcus, was a man of absolute routine. Every morning at 7:00 AM, he would wake Elias. Every evening at 6:00 PM, he would review Elias's progress on a series of meaningless data-entry tasks. There was no shouting. There...
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