The Golden Song
The silence in the server room was not an absence of sound but a physical weight, a thick, humid blanket that pressed against Gerald’s eardrums, vibrating with the sub-bass thrum of the cooling fans and the steady, rhythmic click of the hard drives churning through petabytes of data that no one would ever read, a digital mausoleum for the memories of a corporation that had long since sold its...
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