The Golden Downtown
The document was three pages long, typed on heavy cream stock that smelled faintly of ozone and old paper, and Elias Thorne held it against the sterile white wall of the command center while the humming of the ventilation system seemed to drop an octave in response to the tension in his shoulders. He was fifty-four years old, and his hands, which had once been steady enough to field-strip a...
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