The Alchemist's Sacrifice
The penthouse of the Thorne Tower overlooked Manhattan like a glass fortress, a shimmering monument to the Jazz Age's obsession with height and light. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive gin and the frantic, syncopated rhythms of a saxophone that seemed to be trying to outrun the sunrise. Julian Thorne was the center of this orbit. At thirty-two, he was the most celebrated...
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