The Short Sale of Existence
(V-11: New York Urban) In the glass canyons of Manhattan, the only thing more dangerous than a bad trade is a secret. I'm Claire, and I deal in the kind of secrets that move markets. I don't trade stocks; I trade certainty. Three months ago, I got a tip from a source who didn't exist—a ghost in the machine of the Global Stability Fund. The tip was a set of coordinates and a timestamp. It wasn't...
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