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byJ.C.White – 2025 Data in isolation is meaningless. Only data partnered with context and a halfway sensible idea can pretend it knows what
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Not stone, not wood, but a tissue of ridges and folds, pale and slick as entrails, pulsing with some dim phosphorescence.
“No one speaks. The smell works its way into their faces, into the cloth at their throats. The father climbs down slow and tells them to bri
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