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Quite Unfortunate, Truly
The throne room of Highcourt Keep was not a place of loud declarations, nor stamping feet, nor any kind of emotional disturbance whatsoever. The tapestries hung in colors so muted they appeared to be sighing.
The Evolving Engine Behind Our Tales
When a new generation of language models emerges, it often feels like watching a familiar instrument discover a richer, more resonant voice. GPT 5.1 arrives with exactly that energy.
On the Peculiar Normalcy of Harold Thorne
The first time I suspected Mr. Thorne was a wizard, he blew up his begonias.
Writing What Comes After
When the final battle is won, the last mystery solved, or the lovers finally reunited, many writers feel the temptation to close the cover and call the story done.