The Faded Portrait

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The chandelier in the Grand Hyatt’s ballroom cast a fractured, diamond-hard light over the table where Elias Thorne sat, his silver tie knot tight against a collar that had begun to feel like a noose. At fifty-two, with thirty years of federal service etched into the gray lines of his face, he was the center of a retirement gala that had been orchestrated with the precision of a tactical raid,...

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