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Rain lashed against my windows last Thursday evening as I stared into an abyss of empty shelves where dinner ingredients should've been. My partner's flight landed in 90 minutes, and I'd promised homemade beef bourguignon - a recipe requiring twelve ingredients currently absent from my kitchen. That sinking feeling of domestic failure tightened around my ribs until I remembered the green icon on my phone's third screen. With trembling fingers, I opened City Market's digital portal as thunder rat

Hospital fluorescent lights hummed like angry hornets as I paced the empty waiting room. Three days since the biopsy results, three nights choking on uncertainty. My thumb scrolled through mindless apps until a crimson banner caught my eye - some medieval game called Kingdoms of Camelot: Battle. Normally I'd swipe past, but desperation makes you reckless. I tapped download, not knowing those pixelated knights would become my lifeline.