The Golden Ritual
The suitcase in the hallway was a beige monstrosity, a hard-shell rectangle that seemed to absorb the light of the office rather than reflect it, and Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the break room, watching Sarah pack with a precision that felt less like domestic duty and more like surgical preparation for an amputation. She did not look up when he entered, her eyes fixed on the interior...
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