The Sisyphus Hunt
The world was a white infinity, a salt flat that stretched beyond the reach of memory. There was no wind, no sound, only the blinding glare of a sun that never set. The man had no name, no history, and no destination. He had only the fox. The fox was a flicker of orange against the white, a living glitch in a dead world. For the man, the chase was not a sport; it was the only thing that proved...
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