The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Mara dreamed of the server farm. It was a cathedral of cooling fans. The air hummed. It tasted of ozone and static. She stood in the aisle. The racks rose on either side. They were black monoliths. Glowing blue. Glowing green. They breathed. In. Out. In. Out. She reached for a cable. Her fingers closed on it. It was warm. It was alive. She pulled. The machine screamed. A high, thin shriek. The...

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