The Golden Master
The train cut through the grey throat of the city, a steel worm stitching the suburbs to the core. Elias sat in the corner of the carriage, his spine pressed against the cold window. He was not a man of many words. He was a man of ledgers. He had spent thirty years balancing the books for the Harrow Group, a firm that built luxury apartments for men who never touched the dust of the city they...
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