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The year was 2040, and England was a ghost of its past. The rolling hills of the Cotswolds, once lush with emerald fields, were now a cracked wasteland, strewn with the husks of delivery drones and the twisted wreckage of hyperloop pods. The air carried the bitter sting of ash, whipped up by winds that Read more
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Magnus Kane was nobody until Bitcoin hit $100,000. A coder with a knack for patterns, he’d mined early, hodled through crashes, and cashed out at the peak. By 2023, he was a billionaire at thirty-five, untouchable in a world of volatility. But wealth wasn’t enough. Magnus craved legacy. He bought Isle Cedara, a rugged speck Read more
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In 3025, Earth was a wasteland of flesh and circuits, humans fused with machines. Thoth, ageless, tracked the tablet with Odin, his ravens circling.“Ragnarök looms,” Odin growled, his spear blood-stained. A kraken erupted from a steel sea, tentacles crushing hybrids. Reptilian aliens descended, their ship a dagger of shadow, claiming the tablet. Thoth battled—feathers against Read more
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In 1945, amidst war’s wreckage, Thoth met Gandhi, his frame frail but his spirit iron. “Use the tablet for peace,” Gandhi pleaded, bombs echoing in the distance. “It’s a curse,” Thoth said, his voice heavy. “Power corrupts.” A naga slithered from the shadows, scales glinting. “The Nazis hold it!” Thoth raced through Berlin’s ruins, dodging Read more
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In Camelot’s mist-shrouded forests, Thoth met Merlin, his staff aglow, a dragon’s scales glinting behind him. “The tablet’s gone again,” Merlin said, his voice weary. “Stolen by shadows.”Thoth’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll take it back.” They ventured deep—past wyverns spitting flame, through faerie glades where time twisted. Arthur joined, Excalibur blazing, his knights a steel-clad tide. Read more
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On Olympus, where clouds coiled like serpents, Thoth faced Zeus, his white hair crackling with lightning. “That tablet,” Zeus thundered, gripping his bolt. “It’s mine by right.” Thoth sidestepped a searing strike, his feathers singed. “Trade it for Aphrodite’s embrace.” Zeus paused, then roared with laughter. “You’ve got nerve, scribe. Agreed.” Aphrodite awaited in a Read more
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In the golden age of Egypt, Thoth was a god-king, his temples alive with incense and chants. The Nile mirrored his image: ibis-headed, eternal. He met Isis in a shadowed chamber, her eyes like polished obsidian, a senet board between them. “Another tablet?” she asked, moving a piece with deliberate grace. “You hoard secrets like Read more
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The Delta sprawled like a fever dream, a steaming sprawl of muck and cypress draped in Spanish moss that hung like funeral shrouds. The night pulsed alive, thick with the drone of cicadas and the sour reek of stagnant water. At the crossroads—where two dirt veins bled into each other under a sky black as Read more
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The Unseen Luminary I am Elias Ward, born in the year of our Lord 1261, in the shadowed streets of York, a city of stone and secrets in the north of England. My tale is one of brilliance and ruin, of visions that danced beyond the grasp of mortal men, and of a mind that Read more
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Lila met Vince at the worst possible moment. She was behind the counter of her coffee shop at 2 a.m., a barista with a side hustle as a locksmith, when he vaulted over it, leather jacket flapping, and landed in a crouch. Bullets followed, shattering the glass door as three ski-masked goons stormed in, guns Read more
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Before the Earth coalesced, in the roiling abyss of pre-creation, Thoth emerged—not from womb or clay, but from the raw intellect of the void. His ibis head gleamed under starless skies, his eyes twin lanterns of thought. Beside him stood Anu, the Babylonian sky god, his presence vast as the unformed heavens, his beard a Read more
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