The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The water in the atrium fountain was moving wrong again. I stood ten feet away, my briefcase heavy against my hip, watching the droplets hang in the air like suspended glass beads, defying gravity in a slow, viscous crawl upward. It was 7:15 a.m., and the reinsurance firm’s lobby was empty save for the cleaning crew and the strange, silent defiance of the water. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four,...

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