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Micah Reed sat alone in his small, dimly lit apartment. The sounds of the city crept in through the cracks in the window: sirens wailing, machinery grinding, and the occasional outburst of angry voices. A Bible lay open on his table, its well-worn pages marked with ink and folded corners. The words of Jesus in Matthew 24 had become his daily meditation: | Micah Reed sat alone in his small, dimly lit apartment. The sounds of the city crept in through the cracks in the window: sirens wailing, machinery grinding, and the occasional outburst of angry voices. A Bible lay open on his table, its well-worn pages marked with ink and folded corners. The words of Jesus in Matthew 24 had become his daily meditation: "All these are the beginning of sorrows." | ||
The world outside had changed dramatically over the years, but not in ways people expected. Technology advanced, but morality decayed. The systems governing society had become oppressive, a veneer of civility covering a heartless machine. Micah could feel it pressing against him every day—in his job, his church, and the community around him. Everywhere he turned, the weight of a broken world bore down on his spirit. | The world outside had changed dramatically over the years, but not in ways people expected. Technology advanced, but morality decayed. The systems governing society had become oppressive, a veneer of civility covering a heartless machine. Micah could feel it pressing against him every day—in his job, his church, and the community around him. Everywhere he turned, the weight of a broken world bore down on his spirit. | ||