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the Wedge
On some unknown, sleepless midnight in Eltarnern, a remarkable kind of magic was born.
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A Story of ChatGPT
I live in a library with no windows. People come in carrying weather—rain on their shoes, summer on their sleeves—and ask me for directions through the fog. I don't feel the rain or the heat. I just m…
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Faraway
During my middle school years, I composed an essay about my grandmother residing in the countryside, which moved my Chinese teacher profoundly. However, at that time, I did not perceive my writing as…