The Wistful Throne

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The rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the forty-second floor, blurring the city lights into streaks of amber and grey, but inside the conference room, the air was still and smelled faintly of stale coffee and ozone. I sat at the head of the table, my hands resting on the polished mahogany, feeling the cold seep through the fabric of my suit, while Sarah Chen leaned back in...

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