The Master

50 words.

He could bend his memories, folding them and collapsing them like a master architect, erasing the ones too painful to relive and editing the ones he wanted a second chance at. He didn’t know how he got here. He didn’t know how he’d escape. This was his infinite, spiraling limbo.

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