The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fluorescent lights in the server room hummed at a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly inside your molars. It was a low, electric thrum, the sound of data moving through glass and copper, a digital pulse that had replaced the human one. You stood in the center of the aisle, your hands clasped behind your back, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles turned white. The air was cold...

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