The Source Code of Nothing

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The champagne bubbles rose in slender golden columns, each one a tiny cathedral of effervescence collapsing against the rim of the crystal flute. Julian Ashford watched them with the detached interest of a man who had seen far more spectacular things collapse in far less elegant surroundings. Somewhere in the ballroom, a saxophone was weeping. Not metaphorically—weeping. The instrument made a...

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