The Pale Circus
The fluorescent lights in the sub-basement of the St. Jude’s Data Center hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly inside the marrow of my bones, a low, persistent thrum that made the air feel thick and wet, like the atmosphere just before a summer storm breaks over the city. I sat at my terminal, the blue glow of the monitor reflecting off the curved surface of my glasses,...
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