The Golden Circuit
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray veil that turned the glass walls of the subterranean server farm into a liquid membrane, blurring the distinction between the cold, humming interior and the wet, indifferent city above. Elias Thorne sat in the center of the aisle, his back against the cool metal of a rack, watching the blue light of the status LEDs pulse in a rhythm...
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