The Golden Myth
The smell of ozone and stale coffee hangs thick in the server room, a sharp, metallic tang that coats the back of your throat. Your left knee screams, a dull, grinding throb that has become your constant companion for the last three years, but you ignore it. You focus on the blue glow of the monitors, your fingers flying across the mechanical keyboard with a precision that surprises even you....
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