The Distant Garden
The air in the sub-basement of the Whitmore Archival Institute tastes of rust and ozone. You are kneeling on the linoleum, the cold seeping through your trousers, your hands trembling not from the chill but from the sheer, vibrating intensity of the task. Before you lies the Centurion-IV Server Rack, a monolithic beast of brushed steel and blinking red LEDs. It is not merely a machine. It is...
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