The Golden Farce
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the outside world into a smear of wet asphalt and dying leaves, so that the sterile, humming silence of the server room felt less like an office and more like a sealed tomb. I sat at my terminal, the blue light of the dual monitors washing out the shadows in the corners of my eyes, watching the cascading lines of...
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