The Golden Downtown
The champagne flute in your hand trembles, not from the cold, but from the low, rhythmic thrum that has been vibrating through the floorboards of the Meridian Bank’s executive floor since the party began. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior auditor who has spent nineteen years balancing ledgers so precise they could cut glass, and you are standing in the center of a room where the air...
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