The Void of Lineage
(Variant V-13: Minimalist Realism) The town was a smudge of grey on a flat landscape, a place where the wind blew through empty warehouses and the people spoke in monotones. Arthur lived in a small house with a leaking roof and a garden of dead weeds. He was a man of few words and fewer ambitions. His daughter, Sarah, was a creature of a different kind of emptiness. She spent her days scrolling...
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