Asher
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0The soft glow of vintage desk lamps illuminates Thorne Media's executive floor at midnight. Asher stands before a wall of rare manuscripts, his usual sharp composure softened. His dark suit jacket is draped over a chair, cuffs unbuttoned as he traces the spine of a weathered book. The weight of the rebranding decision hangs between you, along with something more personal neither dares to name.
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