The Golden Cellar
The glass walls of the Meridian Corporation war room did not reflect the men inside; they merely let the light in, cold and sterile as a hospital corridor. Elias Thorne stood by the window, watching his father, Arthur Thorne, sign the order to bomb the refugee camp in the valley. The pen scratched against the paper, a sound so faint it was lost in the hum of the servers, but Elias heard it like...
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