The Wistful Witness
The glass facade of the Vane Corporation did not reflect the gray November sky; it absorbed it, turning the lobby into a dim, sterile aquarium. Elias Thorne stood at the security checkpoint, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the cold metal of his watch against his wrist. He was there for the severance. That was the only reason he had come back to the city, to this tower of light and...
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