The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The air in the sub-basement tasted of copper and old dust. It was a sterile, humming silence. I stood before the server racks, my fingers hovering over the cold steel. The blue lights pulsed. A slow, rhythmic heartbeat. I was sixty-three. My knees ached. The pressure in my eyes was a constant, dull throb. I had spent forty years in this building. Forty years of data. Forty years of silence....

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