The Faded Alibi
The server room hummed. It was a low, persistent vibration, a mechanical thrum that David felt in his teeth before he heard it with his ears. The air was cold. It was always cold. The temperature was set to sixty-five degrees Fahrenheit to protect the hardware, not the human. David adjusted his tie. He checked his watch. 11:42 PM. The backup cycle had initiated. The green lights on the racks...
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