The Golden Circuit
The rain in Seattle does not fall so much as it hangs, a persistent gray curtain that blurs the edges of the world and makes every surface slick with a cold, indifferent sheen. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his cramped office on the fourteenth floor of the Halstrom Logistics building, watching the water bead and slide down the glass, each drop a small, fleeting testament to the gravity...
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