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The server farm in the basement of the old textile mill hummed with a low, sub-audible frequency that I felt more in my teeth than I heard with my ears. It was a sound like the world holding its breath, a sustained, mechanical exhale that never quite finished. I sat in my ergonomic chair, the mesh back sweating against my spine, watching the blue light of the monitors wash over the dust motes...
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