The Wistful Skyline
Sanjay Khan sat in the server room, the hum of the cooling fans a low, persistent drone that vibrated in his molars, and he knew with a certainty that felt like a physical blow that he had just signed away the only truth he had left. The fluorescent lights flickered, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the racks of blinking servers, and I remember thinking how strange it was that the air here...
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