The Faded Road
The server room hummed, a low, continuous vibration that Peter felt in his molars before he heard it with his ears, a sound like a giant insect breathing in the dark, a sound that had become the rhythm of his life over the last three years, a sound that was now, impossibly, beginning to fade. He stood before Rack Fourteen, his hands hovering over the patch panel, the copper cables snaking out...
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