The Golden Echoes
Thorne. You’re late again, Elias. The council session starts in ten minutes, and Halloway is already pacing the floor like a caged animal who knows the door is locked. Elias Thorne adjusted his tie, the silk feeling rough and cold against his throat, a texture that grated against the sterile hum of the fluorescent lights in the municipal office. He was forty-two years old, a forensic accountant...
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