The Distant Nightmare
The rain against the windowpane sounded like static, a low-frequency hum that matched the thrum of the server racks in the basement. "Did you back it up?" Margaret asked. Her voice was flat, stripped of inflection, as if she were reading a diagnostic log. I looked up from the terminal. The blue light of the monitor reflected in my eyes, two cold points of illumination in the dim room. "Yes....
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