The Digital Echo
Silas existed as a sequence of shimmering gold pulses in the void of The Archive. He remembered a life of rain and old books, but that was a ghost-memory, a fragment of a file that had been corrupted long ago. In this realm, there was no distance, only latency. He was a thought without a thinker, a memory without a mind, a ghost in a machine that had forgotten its purpose. Silas spent his...
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