The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain against the glass of the forty-second floor did not fall so much as it smeared, turning the city lights of Chicago into vertical streaks of amber and grey. Elias Thorne sat in the dim glow of his monitor, the blue light reflecting in the hollows of his cheeks, his eyes fixed on a spreadsheet that should have made no sense to a forensic auditor but felt, with a nausea that had nothing...

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