“she was standing before the entrance to the thickest forest she’d ever seen. The trees stuck out like the teeth on some hideous monster, branches twisting and twirling into fine points, like spikes on a balustrade.”
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Desolate
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Inheritance
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Here’s how I use AI as an Author
As little as possible. That is to say, every single word I write, I have written myself.