The Pale Echo
The silk of the tie was not merely fabric but a membrane, a thin and trembling boundary between the visible world of the boardroom and the invisible architecture of the mind, and you, standing in the center of the mahogany conference table, felt the texture of that boundary dissolve under the scrutiny of the Senior Partner, a man whose gaze possessed the cold, sterile precision of a surgical...
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