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Oraculum Ingenii Artificiosi (The Oracle of A.I.) Wind howled against the frosted window pane. Jill watched the snow get deeper and deeper as the night wore on. The last she saw a storm this bad was back in her childhood when she was six or maybe eight years old. Who could remember that far back
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The Boy on the Beach Wind cut through the dunes cold and sharp. The boy was found at dawn. Feet bare, body shivering, and wide eyes transfixed on a piece of the horizon that was home to a deserted radar tower. He spoke only one word. A name. A name that would later vanish from
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