The Distant Ghost
The chandelier above you does not flicker, nor does it dim, but in the pale, sterile light of the boardroom at Meridian Holdings, you perceive it as a cage of glass and steel, a constellation of frozen stars that have long since burned out, leaving only their cold, hard geometry to hang suspended over the fate of those who sit below it. You are Margaret Holloway, and you are the architect of...
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