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- Article Excerpt (Intro): Even the most disciplined knights and royals aren’t safe from a certain four-legged menace. Enter Mr. Fuzz: expert hairball strategist, sock liberator, and chaos connoisseur. In this mini-collection, the Black Knight, Princess Averline, and the castle staff face royal protocol, wedding planning, and knightly duties… all interrupted by a small, furry whirlwind of mischief. From banquet disasters to midnight raids on slippers, Mr. Fuzz proves that no hall, corridor, or pantry is safe. Will the Black Knight survive the chaos? Will the wedding feast remain intact? Only Mr. Fuzz knows.
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- Article Excerpt (Intro): "All You Can Eat (1947)" is a story about how hunger doesn’t always live in the stomach — sometimes it waits in the soul. I wanted to capture that postwar emptiness, when people craved comfort, meaning, and memory more than food itself. The restaurant serves what the heart most desires… and charges the only price that matters: what’s left of you when the craving’s gone.
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- Article Excerpt (Intro): In 2025, AI-driven apps promise hyper-realistic experiences, but some go too far. Experts warn that augmented reality and facial-mapping technology can blur the line between digital and psychological reality — sometimes with frightening consequences. The Reflections App explores one user’s descent into a modern tech nightmare.
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- Article Excerpt (Intro): Halloween at the Velvet Library Inn is never ordinary. Between fog-choked hills and candlelit corridors, something ancient stirs—and only Mr. Fuzz, the inn’s sharp-eared guardian cat, dares to face it. But even after he paws down the darkness, he has one last mischief planned.
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- Article Excerpt (Intro): Shadow sat alone in the coffee shop, the caramel latte untouched before her. Midnight draped the streets outside in fog, and the hum of the neon sign barely cut through the silence. She had been waiting for Jaq for two hours—long enough for patience to curdle into hunger, both for bourbon and answers. Her eyes flicked to the empty street again. Nothing. No Cadillac, no sign of him. Only the soft glow of SQL code hovering around her table, lines of logic bending in the air like whispered instructions from some unseen programmer. Something was wrong, and Shadow’s instincts told her it wasn’t just the coffee getting cold.