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The coffee tasted metallic, and Amelia pushed the mug away, the fine hairs on the back of her neck prickling. The email was still open, the subject line a blinking accusation: "Your Article: 'The Secrets of Serendipity' - Published in 'The Wanderer' Magazine." She had written that. Every word. But the author listed was a name she didn't recognize, a prominent travel blogger with a much larger following. Her fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against the kitchen counter.

A wave of heat surged through her. She reread the article, the words mocking her. Each sentence, a sharp jab to her gut. This wasn't a mistake; it was a theft. She needed to act, to do something, anything, before the feeling of being robbed overwhelmed her.

She grabbed her phone and paced the length of the living room, a restless energy coursing through her. She needed to call the editor. Now.