The Golden Echoes
The lilies in the crystal vases were dying, their petals browning at the edges, but no one in the gilded ballroom of the Ashworth & Sterling headquarters seemed to notice. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the room, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the weight of forty-two years of accumulated silence pressing against his ribs. He wanted only a toast. A simple, clean break. He wanted...
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