The Pale Protocol
The server room hums. It is a low, constant vibration that you feel in your teeth before you hear it with your ears. You are sitting on the cold concrete floor. Your back is against the row of black racks. The blue LEDs blink. They are the only light. You are not alone. There is a chair. It is empty. But you know who it belongs to. You know the weight of his presence even in his absence. He is...
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