The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall on the forty-second floor smelled of roasted pheasant and ozone, a scent that Elias Thorne associated with the sterile hum of the centrifuges in the basement. He stood at the head of the long mahogany table, counting the glasses, twelve crystal tumblers catching the light from the chandeliers, each one a perfect, fragile sphere of silence. The Board of Directors sat in a...

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