The knives are already out. A dynasty once buried is moving, slowly, deliberately, in rooms with the curtains drawn. Their name still hangs in the air like a rumor people pretend not to hear. Old donors lean closer to their phones. Old enemies feel an unease they can’t quite place. They don’t want absolution. They want reve… Continues…
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