The Golden Maze
The fire started in the server room. It was not a blaze of flame, but a surge of heat that cooked the air. The servers hummed a low, dying note. Then they screamed. A high-pitched whine. It lasted three seconds. Silence followed. Elias stood in the corridor. His face was pale. His hands shook. He held a tablet. The screen was black. It had been on. Now it was dead. He tapped the glass. Nothing....
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