The Distant Threshold
The crystal decanters on the mahogany table caught the chandelier light, refracting it into fractured rainbows that danced across the white tablecloth like scattered diamonds. I watched Silas Vane’s hand slide the contract across the polished surface, the movement smooth and deliberate, a predator’s gesture stripped of any pretense of courtesy. "A simple formality, Elias," he said, his voice...
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