The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-23 11:33:34 -

The champagne was too cold, a sharp, acidic bite that did nothing to warm the chill in Elias Thorne’s chest. He stood near the service elevator, holding the glass with a grip that was becoming difficult to maintain, his knuckles white against the crystal. Around him, the atrium of the Meridian Tower hummed with the low, expensive frequency of success. The air smelled of lilies and ozone, a...

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