The Wistful Cipher

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The office was a tomb of white light and humming servers. Elias Vance sat at his desk. He was fifty-two. His hands were steady. His eyes were dry. He stared at the screen. The numbers scrolled. They were wrong. He knew they were wrong. He had known for three days. The building was the Meridian Data Center. It stood on the edge of the city, a slab of glass and steel. Inside, the air was cold. It...

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