The Golden Cellar
The rain tapped against the glass. A steady, rhythmic drumming. Like a clock. Or a heartbeat. Elias stood by the window. He watched the water streak down. The office was empty. The lights hummed. A low, electric buzz. He adjusted his tie. It felt tight. Too tight. He loosened the knot. One finger. Just one. He was leaving. Or he was staying. It was hard to tell. The line had blurred. "Did you...
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