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The most terrifying truth is not who pulls the strings, but that there are no strings, only a paying audience.
The Programme
The carpet up here was so thick my shoes disappeared into it like I'd stepped off a curb into water. The light was the gold of a hotel bar at four in the afternoon, the kind of light that pretends the hour is more civilised than it is. I kept my hand in mine — Heather's hand — because letting go in a strange building is how you end up alone in a strange building. She let me keep it. That was generous of her, given what I'd already promised her tonight and not kept. The brass plaque I'd failed