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It was another one of those nights where sleep felt like a distant memory, and my mind raced with the monotony of daily life. I found myself scrolling endlessly through social media, the blue light of my phone casting a sterile glow across my room. I had grown tired of the same old routines—endless feeds of curated perfection that left me feeling empty. That's when I stumbled upon Novelhive, almost by accident, through a friend's casual recommendation. Little did I know, this app would become my

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