The Golden Harbor
"Check the valve. Now." Mara’s voice was thin. It cut through the hum of the server room like a scalpel. She did not look up from her laptop. The blue light reflected in her glasses, hiding her eyes. Julian stared at the pressure gauge. The needle trembled. It hovered in the red zone. Not quite. Just shy of it. "It is stable," he said. "Is it?" Mara spun her chair around. She was wearing her...
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