The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The alert came not as a siren, but as a low, humming vibration in the floorboards of the server room. You were fourteen, sitting cross-legged on the cold concrete, your fingers wrapped around a tangled nest of fiber-optic cables that glowed with a faint, sickly blue light. Around you, the air smelled of ozone and old dust. This was the heart of the Obsidian Tower, the corporate fortress of...

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