The Distant Clue
The server room hummed. It was a low, constant vibration, felt in the teeth more than heard. Elias stood before the mainframe, his reflection ghostly in the black glass. He was small here. A speck of dust in a cathedral of silicon and cold air. He had been an immigrant once. A refugee of language, of history. Now he was a function. A key turning in a lock he did not build. The door opened....
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