The Golden Downtown
The banquet hall of the Sterling & Vane Consolidated firm smelled of roasted pheasant and expensive rot. It was a vast, industrial cathedral of steel girders and stained glass, where the light fell in fractured shards of amber and violet, illuminating the dust motes that danced like suspended ghosts. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the room, his posture rigid, his eyes fixed on the head of...
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