The Golden Maze
The chandelier above the long table of the Boardroom, a sprawling chandelier of crystal and brass that cost more than the annual salary of every analyst in the department combined, was not a light source but a wound in the air, a suspended galaxy of fractured light that poured down over the polished mahogany like liquid mercury, blinding the eyes of those who dared to look up and demanding that...
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