The Faded Road
The air in the high-rise office of Sterling & Vance was not merely cool, it was sterile, a vacuum-sealed preservation of human ambition where the only scent was the faint, metallic ozone of overworking servers and the ghostly residue of cold brew coffee that had sat too long in its glass carafe, and in this suspended atmosphere, Elias Thorne stood before the floor-to-ceiling window that...
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