The Wistful Asylum

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The dream begins with the hum. It is a low frequency, a sub-bass thrum that vibrates in the teeth and the marrow. I am in the server room. The air is cold, recycled, sterile. Rows of black monoliths stand like sentinels. They breathe. I know this because the LEDs pulse in a rhythm that mimics respiration. I am the Chief Information Security Officer. I am the sage of the digital labyrinth. I...

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