The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the forty-second floor did not sound like water; it sounded like static, a low-frequency hum that vibrated in the teeth and settled deep in the marrow. Elias Thorne stood before the mirror, adjusting the lapels of a suit that cost more than his father had earned in a year, watching the reflection of a man who had sold his soul not for gold, but for...

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