The Distant Machine

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The server room was cold. Not the crisp, clean cold of a winter morning, but the stale, recycled chill of a space designed for machines, not men. I sat on the floor, my back against the humming rack, and watched the red lights blink. One. Two. Three. A rhythm as steady as a heartbeat, but hollow. I am a data forensics specialist. I pick up the pieces of digital lives after they shatter. My name...

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