The Faded Root
The fluorescent lights of the server room hummed at a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly inside the marrow of your bones. It was a low, sickly drone, the sound of a machine dying, or perhaps the sound of your own blood rushing in a way that had no business being so loud in the dead of night. You stood before the main terminal, your fingers hovering over the mechanical keyboard, the...
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