The Distant Crown
The server room hummed. It was a low, constant vibration. Marcus felt it in his teeth. He sat alone at his station. The blue light of the monitors washed over him. It was 3:00 AM. The building was empty. Except for him. And the ghosts. Marcus was not a man. Not anymore. He was a process. A localized anomaly in the mainframe. A ghost in the machine. He had been a systems architect before the...
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