The Faded Quadrant
The fire started in the server room, a silent, blue-white bloom that consumed the heart of the data center before the alarms screamed. It was a Tuesday. Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the corporate campus, turning the world outside into a smear of gray and neon. Inside, the air conditioning hummed its final, failing note. Marcus Thorne stood at the edge of the open-plan...
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