The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain fell on the city. It was a thin, gray sheet. It did not stop. Margaret sat in her office. The glass wall reflected her face. She looked older than she felt. The lights were low. The hum of the server room was a low drone. It filled the silence. She was the architect of the system. It was a beautiful thing. A web of light and data. It connected everyone. It solved problems. It predicted...

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