The Quiet
The Quiet GameI.The alarm went off at six-thirty and Chris Mercer turned it off without opening his eyes. This was the first decision of the day, and it was already the same decision he had made every day for eleven hundred and forty-seven days. He lay in the narrow bed in the room above the net café, listening to the traffic on Youngstown Avenue and the hum of the server rack in the basement...
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