The Golden Quest
The glass walls of the fourteenth floor office were immaculate, reflecting the fluorescent lights in a sterile, endless grid. Elias Thorne sat in the leather chair opposite Julian Vane, his fingers clasped tightly in his lap, the knuckles white against the dark suit. Vane leaned back, a thin smile playing at the corners of his mouth, the kind of expression that suggested he was discussing the...
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