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

I still remember it, standing on Fifth Avenue in the crowd that had gathered to hear the...

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The Pale Covenant

Morag put a piece of the snake molt between her teeth on the evening we were married, and I...

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The Thurman house sat on a hill above the Bayou Teche like a man who has forgotten to die. It had...

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