The Wistful Saga
The glass tower stood like a jagged tooth in the gray sky of Chicago. It was called The Spire. To the city, it was a monument to progress. To Elias, it was a wound that would not close. Elias worked in the basement. He was a data archivist. His job was to keep the memory of the building safe. He spent his days in the cold, humming dark, surrounded by servers that breathed with the heat of ten...
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