The Golden Myth
You are standing in the center of the room, holding the silver tray with both hands, the weight of it a familiar anchor against the cold air of the penthouse office, and you can see the reflection of the city below, a sprawling grid of lights that looks less like a place of life and more like a circuit board waiting for a current that never quite arrives. The man behind the desk, Julian Vane,...
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