The Faded Road
The champagne flutes clinked with the brittle precision of shattering glass, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones as he stood beneath the crystal chandeliers of the Meridian Assurance annual gala. He adjusted his cufflinks, his eyes fixed not on the smiling faces of his colleagues but on the emerald brooch pinned to his left lapel, a heavy, cold weight against...
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