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    On my first day of work, I met a woman called Ishmael. I had trouble not staring her hair, a vivid shade of orange so bright it seemed to glow in any sort of light. Something compelled me to sit down next to her. In part, I soon realised, it was in hopes that everybody would stare at her vibrant hair in the same way she had caught my eye at first, so that they would look at her and not me, and I could simply sink into her shadow.

    Meursault recalls his time with his coworker and her sun-coloured hair.

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    "Generation loss" is the loss of quality between subsequent copies or transcodes of data. The introduction of artifacts may actually increase the entropy of the data through each generation.

    The Hero is rescued; the Hero is not the same as he once was.
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    chewing on this fic.

  3. Public Bookmark 14

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    There is nothing for the second prince.

     

    For years, Nikolai had lived behind his brother’s shadow. But when he made a name for himself and acquired the people’s approval, his older brother Vasily saw him as a threat to his throne and he sought help from someone who knew a thing or two for dark magic.

    Now cursed with the darkness wielded by the Black Heretic, Nikolai is given a solution to end his torment—a dagger to the heart by the hand of the one he loved.

     

    The storm always rages, but at the eye it has calmness.

     
    Zoya was a soldier of the Second Army; an extraordinary Squaller who fought alongside both humans and Grisha against enemies that threatened to invade Ravka, and who had a gift of delivering her words with sharp wit and poison. She was fiercely loyal to her country and to the Second Army, but she found it tested when she was faced by questioning flashes of memories that seemed too real.

    Troubled by the visions she sees from time to time, she tries to seek answers from other people only to conclude it as a figment of her imagination when she has no explanation for it. But not until she finds a hidden estate in the middle of the woods.

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    Loved this fic