The Algorithm of Loss
The notification appeared at 7:42 AM on a Wednesday. Alex was brushing his teeth, spitting into the sink, watching his reflection in the mirror with the same detached curiosity he usually reserved for other people's faces. The phone was on the counter beside the toothpaste. The notification sat on the screen like a small red dot, pulsing gently, like a heartbeat. He picked up the phone and read...
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