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Go daemon (cmd/llama-sidecar): per-agent llama-server process pool with LRU eviction, OpenAI-compatible proxy, flag validation (Unsloth port), deterministic hash-keyed sidecar reuse. Windows service support via schtasks/NSSM with DETACHED_PROCESS, stdout pipe drain, and request-ctx decoupled child lifetime. Bug fixes (3b.1–3b5): -c flag drop from StripShadowingFlags, UTF-8 BOM in JSON config, -fa → --flash-attn on default, child process exit after one request (stdin devnull, stdout pipe, CREATE_NO_WINDOW → DETACHED, context.Background for child lifetime, background reaper goroutine). bench/: MTP on/off throughput sweep across 8 GGUFs via SSH+schtasks automation to sam-desktop. Per-GGUF production flags from llama-swap config with --ctx-size 32768 override. eval/: accuracy benchmarks (MMLU 100q, GSM8K 50q, HumanEval 164) + A/B model comparison (14 agent-typed prompts × 8 models). All scripts resumable at individual question level. 94 Go tests, race detector clean. Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 4.6 (1M context) <noreply@anthropic.com>
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You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the
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commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil
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forebodings. I arrived here yesterday, and my first task is to assure
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my dear sister of my welfare and increasing confidence in the success
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of my undertaking.
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I am already far north of London, and as I walk in the streets of
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Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which
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braces my nerves and fills me with delight. Do you understand this
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feeling? This breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards
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which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes.
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Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more fervent
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and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of
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frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the
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region of beauty and delight. There, Margaret, the sun is for ever
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visible, its broad disk just skirting the horizon and diffusing a
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perpetual splendour. There—for with your leave, my sister, I will put
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some trust in preceding navigators—there snow and frost are banished;
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and, sailing over a calm sea, we may be wafted to a land surpassing in
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wonders and in beauty every region hitherto discovered on the habitable
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globe. Its productions and features may be without example, as the
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phenomena of the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in those undiscovered
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solitudes. What may not be expected in a country of eternal light? I
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may there discover the wondrous power which attracts the needle and may
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regulate a thousand celestial observations that require only this
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voyage to render their seeming eccentricities consistent for ever. I
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shall satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world
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never before visited, and may tread a land never before imprinted by
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the foot of man. These are my enticements, and they are sufficient to
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conquer all fear of danger or death and to induce me to commence this
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laborious voyage with the joy a child feels when he embarks in a little
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boat, with his holiday mates, on an expedition of discovery up his
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native river. But supposing all these conjectures to be false, you
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cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all
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mankind, to the last generation, by discovering a passage near the pole
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to those countries, to reach which at present so many months are
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requisite; or by ascertaining the secret of the magnet, which, if at
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all possible, can only be effected by an undertaking such as mine.
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These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my
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letter, and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me
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to heaven, for nothing contributes so much to tranquillise the mind as
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a steady purpose—a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual
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eye. This expedition has been the favourite dream of my early years. I
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have read with ardour the accounts of the various voyages which have
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been made in the prospect of arriving at the North Pacific Ocean
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through the seas which surround the pole. You may remember that a
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history of all the voyages made for purposes of discovery composed the
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whole of our good Uncle Thomas’ library. My education was neglected,
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yet I was passionately fond of reading. These volumes were my study
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day and night, and my familiarity with them increased that regret which
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I had felt, as a child, on learning that my father’s dying injunction
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had forbidden my uncle to allow me to embark in a seafaring life.
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These visions faded when I perused, for the first time, those poets
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whose effusions entranced my soul and lifted it to heaven. I also
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became a poet and for one year lived in a paradise of my own creation;
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I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the
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names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated. You are well
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acquainted with my failure and how heavily I bore the disappointment.
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But just at that time I inherited the fortune of my cousin, and my
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thoughts were turned into the channel of their earlier bent.
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Six years have passed since I resolved on my present undertaking. I
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can, even now, remember the hour from which I dedicated myself to this
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great enterprise. I commenced by inuring my body to hardship.
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Continue this passage in exactly 200 tokens of prose.
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