The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The boardroom smelled of stale coffee and floor wax, a sterile scent that clashed violently with the damp, briny weight of the coat Elias Thorne wore. He sat at the far end of the long mahogany table, his hands clasped tightly in his lap to hide the trembling, while Director Halloway slid a sheaf of reports across the polished surface. The documents were thin, crisp, and utterly devoid of the...

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