The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The air in the facility tasted of ozone and stale coffee. You stand at the center of the room, the hum of the servers a low vibration in your teeth. The lights are bright. Too bright. They strip away the shadows, leaving you exposed, a specimen under glass. You are the new shift lead. The name tag on your chest reads D. Vance. It feels heavy, a brass plate against your collarbone. The system is...

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