The Shared Settlement The main lobby of the Luxembourg central branch of the International Clearing Bank was a cathedral of absolute, intimidating power. Built from slabs of cold green marble and accented with oxidized bronze, the space felt less like a financial institution and more like a tomb for the secrets of the nineteenth century. It was half-past eleven on a Friday, and the high, arched windows let in a pale, sterile sunlight that turned the long row of teller windows into a line of silver mirrors. The air smelled of floor wax, old paper, and the sharp, metallic tang of shifting fortunes. Celeste sat in a deep, wing-backed leather armchair in the private executive tier, a heavy crystal glass of mineral water sitting untouched on the mahogany desk before her. She had taken off her charcoal overcoat, revealing the simple, sharp lines of her dark grey wool suit, her platinum wedding band catc
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