The Pale Letter
The chandelier above the long mahogany table, a sprawling constellation of crystal and cold gold, did not flicker in the wind of the opening door, nor did it sway as the heavy oak doors of the White House East Room groaned open to admit the late-night delegation, because the air in this room was not air at all but a suspended, viscous medium of power and anticipation that pressed against the...
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