The Infinite Server

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The warehouse smelled of solder and old sweat and something else - something like ozone after a lightning strike, the way the air did in Harlem summers after a storm, when the streetlights flickered and the jazz musicians took off their shirts and the whole neighborhood felt like it was holding its breath. Julian Cross II sat at the terminal with brass electrodes attached to his temples and...

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