The Golden Visit
The fluorescent lights of the Federal Bureau of Archival Integrity hummed at a frequency that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth, a low, persistent vibration that seemed to drill into the bone of his skull. He stood before the primary server rack, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the administrative burden that pressed against his chest like a physical stone....
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