The Golden Mirror
The champagne was cold. Elias Thorne gripped the glass, the crystal trembling against his knuckles, watching the bubbles rise and die. He was forty-two, a number that felt less like a milestone and more like a deadline. The Sterling Institute gala swirled around him, a vortex of silk and whispered secrets, but Elias saw only the exit doors and the ledger he needed to find. He needed this case....
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