The Distant Clue
The banquet hall of the Meridian Institute for Corporate Governance smelled of roasted pheasant and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that always seemed to cling to the high-gloss mahogany paneling. It was a room designed to intimidate, where the chandeliers hung low enough to cast long, jagged shadows across the faces of the board of directors, turning them into a chorus of pale, judgmental...
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