The Golden Circuit
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a grey suspension that blurred the edges of the world and made the air taste of iron and wet stone. Elias Thorne stood on the platform, his duffel bag heavy against his hip, watching the train recede into the mist with the finality of a closing door. He was forty-two, a forensic auditor whose career had been built on the cold arithmetic of...
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