Sample V-05: The Void of Certainty (Minimalist Realism)
The bar was called The Rusty Nail, and it smelled of stale beer and old regrets. Miller sat in the corner booth, the one where the light didn't quite reach. He didn't look like a prophet. He looked like a man who had spent twenty years working in a warehouse and had finally given up on the idea of a promotion. Miller sold certainty. He had a system—a series of rigged dice and a notebook full of...
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