The Golden Downtown

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The clock on the wall of the seventh-floor administrative suite did not tick. It hummed, a low, thrumming vibration that seemed to originate from the fluorescent tubes themselves, a sound that drilled into the teeth of anyone who stayed late. Elias Vane sat before his desk, the leather of his chair creaking under the weight of his exhaustion. He was a man of modest stature, dressed in a suit...

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