The Distant Affair
The frost was already forming on the inside of the glass partition when Elias Thorne pressed his thumb against the biometric scanner, the plastic cold enough to burn his skin in a way that felt distinct from the ambient chill creeping through the server farm’s climate-controlled corridors. He wanted the grid stabilized before the quarterly audit, a specific and tangible goal that required the...
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