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Miller flashed his badge to security at the GALPOL Database Records. A pudgy security guard pressed a button at his security terminal and the turnstiles opened for Miller.
Miller waved to the guard and entered an area that was filled with library stacks, but instead of books, the stacks were servers piled high toward a row of skylights that let in the stars.
The room was quiet and cold. The only thing he heard were the fans inside the servers, humming softly.
No one in sight.
Miller had never been to the Database Records. He’d always joked why anyone would want to spend time with a bunch of servers.
But now he was here, with a purpose that had surprised him.
A year ago, he would have never thought about taking on an investigation himself without leadership’s blessing.
But with t
