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“Who are you?” Sruthi asked.

But the answer had been erased. And in its place, the silence had metastasized into the bug—the assumption that no one was listening. #sruthiramachandran

It was the first spam message. The first lonely, automated cry into the void. But beneath it, almost invisible, was another line—deleted milliseconds after being posted. The original reply that never saw the light of day. “Who are you

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"The door is in the dictionary."

She pressed Enter.