The Golden Maze
The chandelier above the Meridian Institute’s ballroom was a constellation of cut crystal, refracting the champagne gold of the room into a blinding, geometric storm that seemed to vibrate against the retina. I stood at the edge of the dais, my tie knotted with the precision of a man who had spent twenty years aligning fragile spines of paper, watching Director Halloway toast the new...
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