The Golden Master
The hum of the server room was not a sound but a presence, a low-frequency vibration that settled into the marrow of Arthur Penhaligon’s bones, a constant, unyielding drumbeat that reminded him he was no longer merely a man of flesh and blood but a component of the machine, a node in the vast, breathing network of the St. Jude Data Sanctuary. He stood before Rack 7, his fingers hovering over...
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