This long-ish short story began life as a commissioned piece that, like oh-so-many digital ghosts,1 found itself untethered from its original purpose. Rather than let it fade into the void of abandoned works, it has been resurrected here as yet another reflection on our own IRL-meets-URL existence. In this way, it mirrors its own t…
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