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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.
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Continue this passage in exactly 200 tokens of prose.
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