The Faded Quadrant
The crystal decanter in Elias Thorne’s hand caught the chandelier light, fracturing it into a dozen sharp, cold stars that danced across the polished mahogany of the conference table. He was forty-two, a senior actuary at Meridian Insurance, and he stood at the center of the annual gala, a feast of gold-leafed hors d'oeuvres and brittle laughter, waiting for the moment to strike. His goal was...
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