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Jason told me as he shrugged his school bag on. "Bye playlist hater." Jason then came around to hug me lightly and peck my blushing cheek before leaving. Well, one of the unwritten laws in our friendship, was hugging each other whenever we meet and before leaving each others presence. It was like a thing now, our thing. Yeah we are cute I know. Now that he was gone, I was alone at home as usual, I was used to loneliness by now, my companion. So about my OTG playlist... OTG stands for Off The Grid.

On top of that, the bedding smelled weird, like some kind of strong, flowery fabric softener, and the blankets weren’t heavy enough to calm my nerves. I used to have a weighted blanket, but it had gotten lost somewhere, in one of our many moves. All of these things were like sandpaper assaulting my senses. I reached for my phone and found my white-noise playlist. I selected my favorite Tibetan singing bowls and rain and turned up the volume until I no longer noticed the other sounds. I tried to lay still and focus on my breathing. But even with all that, it was still after 2:00 AM when I finally dropped off to sleep.

"The secondary node is fully integrated. My system is holding the authentication keys in a volatile memory buffer. The moment you initiate the sync, the rogue router will intercept the handshake and see my private financial ledger signatures exposed. They won't be able to resist the d******d. But you have to understand something—once you press that button, your tablet will become a tracking beacon for their intrusion script. You will be completely visible to them." "I've spent my whole life being managed, Peter," I said, looking out through the gap in the display panels at my centerpiece model, whose hand-painted gold leaf lines catch the glare of the theatrical spotlights. "I'm done hiding

"She also said the Aethel-Group owns the server." "Servers have backdoors, Kaima," Rowan said, his eyes turning toward the white horizon. "I’m a Knight. I spent years learning how the Aethel-Group moves data. They think of us as files. But files can be copied. Files can be moved to a drive that isn't connected to their network." I looked at him, hope flaring in my chest. "You mean... the **Offline**?" "The Librarian called it the 'Archives of the Unwritten.' But what if there’s a basement? What if there’s a place where the failed stories go to hide when they don't want to be found?"

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For the few minutes she spoke, Elysia was calm, collected, and steady, something that Orion seemed to be surprised of. Without a doubt, she was not like that some years ago, but now— now she was so calm, in a way that even him could possibly imagine. “…and with that, we can assure our readers that, even if a hard copy isn’t within reach, the book will always be available on ArgonTech’s website.” Shutting sound filled the room after that, coupled with the clacking sound of the keyboard, and after the noise reduced, Orion was given the room to speak up.

I still don’t understand, but I keep listening quietly. “So the offline copies are all on the devices registered to these IP addresses,” Kevin gestures to the list, and I see that they’re listed to sixteen in number, just like the offline copies. He goes on. “But I could only pin their location down to these areas. Luckily, this issue only went viral within our pack…in fact, only among us students, so if you find the students living in these areas where it pinpointed, you’d find the people with the offline copies.”

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Members only. I know what club he's talking about. I've heard whispers—Callum's teammates, late-night conversations I wasn't supposed to overhear. A place called Lux. Underground. Invite-only. The kind of place where NFL players go to disappear for a night, where everything is off the record and nothing leaves the building. And Caleb is taking some other girl there tonight.