The Faded Shield
The hum of the server farm was a low, constant thrum that I felt in my teeth more than I heard with my ears, a vibration that had become so intrinsic to my existence over the last three months that I had ceased to register it as noise and began to perceive it as a kind of ambient silence, a digital hush that wrapped around the subterranean facility in the Scottish Highlands like a shroud. I was...
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