The Arc of Power
The boardroom of Aethelgard Tech sat atop a spire of glass and steel that looked down on Manhattan like a frozen god. Inside, the air was chilled to a precise sixty-four degrees, and the silence was the kind of silence that only exists where billions of dollars are exchanged in whispers. Marcus was a ghost in this machine. As a senior systems architect, he knew every line of code in the...
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