The Golden Master
The memo lay on the metal desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry, recycled air, the black ink stark against the cream-colored paper. It was a standard form, a termination of access privileges, but the signature at the bottom, that of Director Halloway, was drawn with a heavy, jagged hand that seemed to scratch the very fiber of the document. Elias Thorne did not read it aloud; he had long...
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