The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The alarm is red. It is not a light. It is a physical weight. It presses against your optic nerve. The server room hums. The fans scream. You are in Sector Four. The cooling units are failing. The temperature is rising. One degree. Two. The code on your screen blinks. Red. Red. Red. You type. Your fingers fly. You do not think. You only execute. The building is old. It is a cathedral of glass...

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