The Algorithmic Curator

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The data tide rose and fell in rhythms I had designed myself.

Memory Garden had no physical location. We existed in the interstices of Neo-Shanghai's neural mesh — a salon of velvet and opiu

Act I The woman came into my office on a Tuesday in March 1947. Tuesdays were the worst...

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The town of Oakhaven, Georgia, was a place where the Bible was the only law and the Pastor's word...

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Act I: The Gilded Prison (20%) Clara lived in a house that breathed. The Victorian manor in the...

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The Blackwood Estate sat like a rotting tooth in the landscape of the English countryside,...

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My office is on the third floor of a building on Spring Street that had been a garment factory...

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