The Anthology
One day, an old man walked along a quiet beach at low tide
One day, an old man walked along a quiet beach at low tide. The ocean had receded, leaving behind thousands of starfish scattered across the sand—helpless, stranded, slowly dying beneath the rising sun. He stepped carefully, avoiding them, his eyes tracing the vastness of the…
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