The Faded Attic
The server hummed. It was a low, constant vibration that Marcus felt in his teeth. He sat in the glass-walled office on the fourteenth floor of the Sterling Data Center, staring at the blue light of his monitor. The air conditioning blew cold air across his arms. He adjusted his tie. He checked the time. 14:02. The shift was just beginning. Marcus was a senior systems architect. He had spent...
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