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The rain against the window of the conference room is a steady, gray drumroll, keeping time with the tension that has settled into your bones like lead shot. You are sitting at the head of the table, a place you did not ask for, a place that feels too large for your shoulders, where the fluorescent lights hum a low, sickening note that seems to vibrate directly in your molars. The air...
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