The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The hall smelled of wax and old money. The chandelier above was a cage of crystals, holding the light in sharp, suspended fragments. Marcus stood near the service entrance. He watched the dance. It was not a party. It was a transaction. He held the tablet. The screen was cold. His thumb hovered over the glass. The numbers scrolled. Red. Then green. Then red again. He knew the algorithm. He had...

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