The Golden Scar
The glass in the window shattered inward. It did not shatter outward. It exploded into a thousand glittering shards that rained down on the desk, the books, and the hands of Dr. Elias Thorne. He did not flinch. He sat in the chair, his spine rigid, his eyes fixed on the man standing in the doorway. The man was tall. He wore a suit that cost more than Elias’s annual salary. The fabric was black,...
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