The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The fire started in the server room, a silent, electric exhalation that turned the air into a choking fog of ozone and burnt plastic. I did not scream. I did not run. I stood there, in the sterile white of the data center, watching the red emergency lights strobe against the racks of humming black monoliths, and I felt a strange, cold clarity settle into my bones. This was the end of the...

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