The Golden Myth
The rain tapped a rhythmic, monotonous code against the windowpane, a static hiss that competed with the low hum of the HVAC system. Inside the sterile, white-tiled room, Elias Thorne sat on a plastic chair that felt molded to his own exhaustion. He was a man of middle years, a senior data architect for a mid-sized insurance conglomerate, his career built on the precise, unyielding logic of...
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