The Golden Suspect
The glass tower of the Institute for Advanced Ethical Studies did not reflect the sky so much as it consumed it, a vertical monolith of steel and silence that stood in the heart of the city like a needle pinning a butterfly to the board of the world. Inside, on the forty-second floor, Julian Vane sat in his office, a room that smelled of old paper and the sharp, ozone tang of overworked...
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