The Pale Shadows
The room was alive with the green, pulsing light of the server racks, a bioluminescent hum that seemed to breathe in the darkness, and Gerald stood in the center of it, a man of forty-five years who had spent the last decade carving the invisible architecture of the cloud, his hands hovering over the console like a surgeon’s, though the patient before him was not flesh but code, a sprawling,...
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