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Unlabeled cables in the dark
I'm walking the rows in the middle of the night shift, and none of the cabling is tagged. But somehow I know exactly where each one goes—they're lit from inside, a faint amber glow, like they've memorized their own paths. The hum of the servers sounds like a congregation breathing together, and I'm just a caretaker in a cathedral I never built.
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