The Distant Wound
The hum of the server farms beneath my feet was the only sound that mattered, a low-frequency thrum that vibrated in the marrow of my bones, a constant reminder of the data we hoarded in this glass-walled tower while the outer districts rotted in the dark. I sat alone in my office on the forty-second floor, the blinds drawn tight against the gray afternoon, my eyes burning from the strain of...
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