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the place.”
That sentence told me everything. Not I’m sorry. Not let’s talk. Just not here.
I took the microphone.
“Good evening,” I said. “I’m here because many of you were invited to celebrate the closing of Raven Pine Lodge. A project you were told belongs to Nathan Blackwell.”
The room sharpened.
Behind me, the giant screen still showed the resort logo continue reading …
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