The Golden Echoes
You are standing in the humming blue light of the server room, the air thick with the smell of ozone and stale coffee, and your right hand is trembling so violently that you cannot keep it steady against the cold steel of the rack, the vibration traveling up through your knuckles and into your jaw, making your teeth chatter in a rhythm that matches the low, thrumming drone of the cooling fans...
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