The Golden Downtown
The contract was inked on a sheet of paper so thin it seemed ready to tear, and Elias Thorne held it up to the grey light filtering through the smog-choked window, his hands trembling not with fear but with a manic, light-hearted excitement that felt like a fever breaking. He was a merchant of rare orchids, a man who had built a fragile empire on the backs of delicate roots and the fickleness...
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