The Golden Farce
The alarm did not ring. It simply ceased to exist, a sudden and absolute silence that felt heavier than the noise it replaced. In the dim, recycled air of the sub-basement command center, Thomas Bradshaw felt the floor shudder beneath his boots, a violent tremor that rattled the rows of server racks and sent dust cascading from the concrete ceiling. He was alone. The other three operators were...
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