The Golden Myth
The rain in the industrial district did not fall so much as it pressed against the glass of the Meridian Tower’s observation deck, a persistent, grey weight that Elias Thorne felt in his joints as much as in the air. He stood with his back to the window, staring at the digital readout on the tablet in his hand, the numbers scrolling in a cold, indifferent font that reported the stress loads on...
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