The Unmasking

The air in Julian Thorne’s private office was sterile, stripped of the opulence that usually defined his domain. Outside, the city’s financial district glittered with indifferent light, but inside, the silence was heavy with the wreckage of a board seat discarded like a spent match. Julian stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, his reflection a ghost against the dark. He held no phone, no ledger—only the weight of his own sudd

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