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The Alumini Institute The Alumini Institute stands nestled deep within the ancient, sprawling Ozark National Forest, its true location known only to a select few. From the outside, it appears as a magnificent complex of Gothic revival architecture, with soaring spires and intricate gargoyles, interspersed with sleek, unnervingly modern wings of reinforced, reflective glass and steel. These modern sections house state-of-the-art laboratories and computational centers, humming with barely contained energy. Officially, the Institute is globally...
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**A Recipe for Inner Peace** Written by Cassandra Smith **Yields:** A tranquil spirit, calm mind, and resilient heart, in proportions perfectly suited for one’s unique journey. **Prep time:** Varies, but worth every moment of intentional focus and gentle introspection. **Cook time:** A lifelong process of diligent cultivation, often simmering gently in the background of daily life. **Ingredients:** * 1 cup of Patience * ½ cup of Calmness * ¼ cup of Understanding * 1 tbsp of Mindfulness * ½ cup of Empathy * *Optional Garnish:* A sprig of Gr...
The Long Sermon- The Biggest Lie Of My Life The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed, a relentless, sterile buzz that grated on Pastor Thomas Albright's ears. It was a sound far removed from the hushed reverence and stained-glass warmth of his church, a sanctuary he had presided over for nearly fifty years. Now, lying frail and diminished against stark white sheets, he felt the cool, dry hand of a young minister, barely out of seminary, on his brow. The scent of antiseptic mixed with the faint, cloying sweetness of lilies, a grim f...
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