The Golden Compass
The fire alarm screamed before the coffee had even reached your lips. It was a shriek that tore through the sterile silence of the logistics hub, a mechanical howl that signaled not just heat, but failure. You dropped the mug. It shattered against the concrete, a small, white explosion of ceramic and dark liquid. Around you, the warehouse emptied. Men and women in high-visibility vests streamed...
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