The Cosmic Typo
The city of New York in 2099 was a masterpiece of sterile perfection. Every building was a white curve, every street a seamless ribbon of light, and every citizen a curated version of a human being. Julian, the city's Chief Architect, lived for symmetry. He spent his days ensuring that every angle was exactly ninety degrees and every shadow fell in a mathematically pleasing line. Then came the...
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