The Golden Circuit
The rain hammered against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, a relentless, percussive drumming that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into the soles of my boots. I was not supposed to be here, not in this part of the facility, not with the access card that had been issued to a man who was currently in a coma in the sub-basement, but the cold had a way of making logic feel...
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