The Golden Harbor
The fern was dying, and Elias knew it with the same visceral, physical certainty that he knew the pain in his own joints, a dull, grinding ache that had become his constant companion since the diagnosis. It sat on the desk in his corner office at the Meridian Insurance Group, its fronds curling inward, browning at the edges, turning brittle and black as if charred by an unseen fire. It was a...
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