The Acceleration of Ruin
Claire sat in a plastic chair in a sterile corridor of the EU headquarters in Brussels. The fluorescent lights hummed with a low, irritating frequency that seemed to vibrate in her teeth. She was drinking lukewarm coffee from a paper cup, staring at a smudge on the linoleum floor. She was the best "fixer" in the diplomatic corps. When a treaty was failing, when a prime minister was having a...
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