The Distant Temple

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The server crashed at noon. The screen went black. Then gray. Then a bright, humming red. It was a wall. A solid, unyielding wall of error codes. I sat in my cubicle. The plastic partition was yellowed. It smelled of old coffee and fear. I was a junior analyst. My job was to feed the machine. I fed it numbers. It gave me meaning. Or so I thought. My name is Elias. I work for Halloway & Sons. We...

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