The Golden Circuit
The siren shrieks, a jagged tear in the quiet of the office. Elias Thorne stands, his hands trembling slightly as he clutches the brass seal, the cold metal biting into his palm. It is a heavy thing, stamped with the Meridian Mutual logo, a symbol of integrity that feels suddenly foreign in his grip. Around him, the clerks move in a practiced, silent line, their faces blank masks of...
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