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Chapter 39: The Lion’s Den

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​The British Museum was a fortress of history, its Great Court a vast expanse of white stone and glass that usually echoed with the whispers of tourists. Tonight, however, it was a cathedral of power. The air was thick with the scent of gardenias and expensive perfume, underpinned by the sharp, electric hum of high-end security. Men in tailored tuxedos and women draped in millions of dollars of jewels moved across the floor like predatory sharks in a lighted tank.

​We didn't arrive in a flashy
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