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Elias Thorne ran a hand through his graying hair, the hum of the server room sounding like a dying beast in his ears. It was 2:00 AM, and the company’s primary logistics hub for the Eastern Seaboard was offline.
Elias Thorne ran a hand through his graying hair, the hum of the server room sounding like a dying beast in his ears. It was 2:00 AM, and the company’s primary logistics hub for the Eastern Seaboard was offline.