The Golden Visit
The rain in London did not wash the city clean; it merely polished the grime into a slick, reflective sheen. Elias Thorne sat in the back of his sedan, the leather seat cold against his spine, watching the wet asphalt blur past the window. He was a man who had built an empire on the precision of his hands, a jeweler whose reputation rested on the flawless setting of diamonds and the delicate...
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