The Distant Threshold

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The bullet hits the server rack at 04:12. You do not flinch. Your body has already decided, a decision made in the synaptic gap before the trigger pulled, that this is the moment of calculation, not of fear. The smell is ozone and burnt plastic, a sharp, chemical sting that cuts through the stale air of the server room. You are standing in the center of the aisle, your back against the cold...

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