The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The server room hummed at a frequency that rattled my molars, a low, persistent drone that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I sat before the terminal, the blue light of the monitor casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete floor, and stared at the progress bar that refused to fill. It had been three years since Mara died, three years since I had taken her final project, the...

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