The Golden Farce
Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp and metallic, spoken by the woman across the desk who did not look up from her tablet. Elias Thorne, forty-two, a licensed spectral auditor with twelve years of clean service, stood in the humming, neon-drenched office of the Bureau of Anomalous Assets, holding a file that demanded he seize the home of his estranged father, a man who had been missing for...
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