The Distant Ghost
The air in the Sub-Level 4 archive tasted of ozone and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat before I even took my first step inside. I adjusted the haptic feedback collar, the device humming against my neck like a second pulse, and looked up at the towering shelves of crystalline data cores that stretched into the gloom above. My father had sent me here. Not to retrieve,...
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