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  • Dreamweaver's Ink
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    Akira was a man of routine. His days were a predictable ballet of commuting, cubicle confinement, and the quiet solace of his small apartment. He was unremarkable, the kind of person who blended seamlessly into the urban tapestry. His life was a canvas painted in muted tones, devoid of vibrant strokes. Then there was...