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The Algorithm’s Edge

Jordan’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, the glow of his monitor casting shadows across the cluttered desk. The client’s website had plummeted in rankings overnight, and the email from their CEO was a cold blade to his gut: *”We need…

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Whispers in the Pines

The wind whispered through the pines, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke. Clara Hartman stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching over gravel as she stared at the town she’d sworn never to return to. Pine…

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