The Golden Downtown
The rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Apex Tower’s executive suite did not sound like water; it sounded like static, a high-frequency hum that threatened to dissolve the edges of reality. Elias Thorne sat in the leather chair that cost more than his father’s house, staring at the reflection of his own face in the dark glass. He looked thin. The jawline was sharp, cut from hunger...
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