The Lonely Altar

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The wind in Nebraska didn't blow; it scraped. It scraped the paint off the barns and the hope off the people. Thomas spent his days in a field of dying corn, his hands calloused and stained with the black earth of a land that hated him.

He didn't look like a man who had once commanded legions in a dream of a previous life. He looked like a man who had spent forty years fighting a losing battle against the weather.

The "Gift" had come to him in a fever dream three years ago. He discovered he could "reset." If a day went wrong—if the tractor broke, if the crop failed, if he said the wrong thing to the only woman who still looked at him—he could close his eyes and wake up at 6:00 AM the previous morning.

At first, it was a miracle. He fixed every mistake. He became the most successful farmer in the county. He won every bet. He navigated every social interaction with a surgical precision that looked like charisma but was actually just a series of trial-and-error repetitions.

But the earth demanded a price.

The first time it happened, his dog died. A sudden heart attack. He tried to reset the day, but the dog stayed dead. He realized the reset only affected the timeline of his own actions, not the biological clock of others.

Then, his sister stopped speaking to him. Then, his best friend moved away. It was as if the universe was balancing a ledger. For every "perfect" day he created for himself, a void opened up in the lives of those around him.

By the time he reached the age of sixty, Thomas had the biggest farm in the state and a bank account that could buy the town. He also had a house that felt like a tomb. He sat at a long oak table, eating a meal prepared by a hired cook, staring at the empty chairs.

He closed his eyes and thought about resetting. He thought about going back to the day he first found the Gift and choosing to be a failure instead.

But he knew the rule. You can't reset a reset.

He opened his eyes and looked at the vast, empty horizon. He had won everything, and in doing so, he had deleted everyone.

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