The Golden Greenhouse

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The chandelier above the banquet hall was a constellation of cut crystal, refracting the warm, amber light of the retirement gala into a thousand blinding shards that danced across the polished oak floor. Elias Thorne stood at the head of the table, his uniform pressed to a razor’s edge, the silver insignia on his collar catching the light with a sharp, metallic gleam. He was fifty-two years...

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