The Distant Journey

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The server room died at 4:00 PM on a Tuesday. It did not explode. It did not spark. The hum that had been the heartbeat of the university for thirty years simply ceased, replaced by a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums. Elias Thorne stood before the blackened glass of the main terminal, his reflection staring back at him from the dark. He was a man...

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