He posted a new design—his best work yet. He waited for the praise to roll in. Ten minutes passed. One hour. Two.
He felt like a king of a kingdom made of ash. He had the number he always wanted, but he had lost his voice, his reputation, and his love for the craft. In trying to look like a leader, he had become a ghost among ghosts.
Leo sat in his dark apartment, the blue light of his phone etching lines into his face. He looked at his profile.
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