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... e sounds of the string quartet and the high-pitched chatter of the reception.
The room was a sanctuary of mahogany and leather, dimly lit by amber lamps that cast long, mournful shadows across a heavy desk. In the center sat a decanter of deep red wine and two glasses, looking like an altar prepared for a sacrifice.
Louis Durant didn’t look like a titan of industry. He looked like a man who had spent the last decade trying to hold back the tide with a leaky bucket. His silver hai ...
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