The Golden Prison
Elias Thorne lived in a world of white marble and silence. His penthouse atop the Thorne Tower was a masterpiece of minimalism, a space so clean it felt sterile. He owned everything—the skyline, the banks, the very air the people of New York breathed—and he hated every single inch of it. For Elias, wealth was not a tool; it was a parasite. It had eaten his curiosity, his empathy, and his...
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