The Golden Visit
The tower stood in the center of the square like a broken tooth, its glass face fractured into a thousand jagged shards that caught the gray light of the industrial city. It was not a building anymore, not in the way people understood structures, but a wound in the air, a place where the laws of physics had tired and given up. Elias Thorne stood at its base, his hand resting on the cold iron of...
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