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Chapter 35: Faith in Dispute

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The atmosphere within the Geneva summit's main negotiation room was sterile and pressurized, scrubbed of all dust and personality. It was a world of fine-tuned mahogany, muffled carpeting that swallowed sound, and the low, respectful hum of simultaneous translation. Sunlight, filtered through automatic shutters, fell in exact geometric forms on the table where the future of European energy was being apportioned.

Davidson sat to the right of Brian, his presence there, his mind split screen. One half of him was here, tracking the delicate dance of offers and counteroffers, the well-bred tweaks in phrasing that were worth millions of euros. The other half was in a hot Texas auditorium, the echo of "Pomp and Circumstance" still in his ears, the feel of Sarah's embrace still at his neck. The whiplash was palpable; his spirit was jet-lagged.

Brian, by contrast, was a master class in sheer concentration. He was the commander of the room, guiding not with a baton but with a paralyzing glare,
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