The Golden Master
Thorne. The voice came from the ceiling speakers, flat and synthesized, a digital echo of the human tone that used to summon him. It was a sound that stopped the hum of the servers in the adjacent rack. You stood in the center of the Meridian Data Center, the cold air conditioning biting at the back of your neck. Your hand trembled. You pressed it against your thigh, feeling the wool of your...
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