The Golden Ritual
The rain tapped against the glass of the forty-second floor, a rhythmic percussion that did nothing to settle the tremor in Elias Thorne’s left hand. He sat in the blue glow of his workstation, the only light in the sterile apartment, staring at the digital rendering of the Meridian Tower. The deadline was Friday. The project was his. The lead architect title hung in the air, heavy and...
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