The Golden Quest
The alarm does not ring. It screams, a digital shriek that tears through the sterile silence of the sub-basement, vibrating in your teeth before it reaches your ears. You are standing at the console, your hands hovering over the keys, the blue light of the screen casting long, cold shadows across your face. The air smells of ozone and stale coffee, a scent you have associated with safety for...
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