The Golden Cellar
The rain had stopped, but the air in the basement still tasted of wet concrete and ozone. Elias Thorne, fifty-four years old and the lead structural engineer for the Harrowgate Development, capped his laser level and slid it into his tool bag. He wanted to leave. He wanted to secure his pension, sign the final safety waivers, and drive his sedan to the quiet suburb where his wife waited with...
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