The Faded Chronicle
You wake in the gray hum of the server room, the air tasting of ozone and stale coffee. It is 3:14 AM, a time that does not exist in the waking world, yet here, in the belly of the Meridian Data Solutions building, it is the only hour that matters. You are Margot. You are thirty-four. You are the Senior Archivist, a title that sounds like a position of power but feels, in your bones, like a...
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