The Golden Visit
The dinner service had been laid for two, the silverware polished until it reflected the chandelier’s gold, a mirror for the only conversation Elias Thorne had planned for the evening. Julian stood in the doorway, his coat still on, looking at the table as if it were a crime scene, his face a mask of professional indifference that Elias had spent twenty years trying to scrape off. The estate,...
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