The Golden Visit
The chandelier above the faculty lounge was a tangled knot of crystal and gold, casting fractured light across the polished mahogany tables where the university’s elite gathered to celebrate the end of the term. Elias Thorne stood near the edge of the room, a glass of untouched champagne sweating in his hand, his eyes fixed on the Dean who sat at the head of the long table like a judge...
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