The Distant Blade
The crystal chandelier above you refracts the champagne into a thousand fractured rainbows, a dazzling, sterile light that bleaches the color from the faces of the men in tailored suits who circle you like sharks in a tank, their eyes sliding over your face with the practiced, polite indifference of those who have already calculated the precise cost of your removal and found it to be...
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