The Golden Quest
The glass did not shatter; it exhaled. It was a long, slow release of breath, a sigh that vibrated through the thick, velvet-draped walls of the High Court of Industry, a sound so faint that only those who had been waiting for years to be broken could hear it. Elias Thorne stood before the bench, his hands clasped so tightly behind his back that the knuckles had gone white, the skin stretched...
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