The Distant Temple
Thorne, come here. The voice of Director Vane cut through the hum of the server farm, sharp as a scalpel against the sterile air of the forty-second floor. Elias Thorne stopped his work, his fingers still hovering over the haptic interface where he had been carving the digital seal for the quarterly merger. He was forty years old, with hands that looked older, the knuckles swollen and the skin...
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