One evening in May, about thirty guests—oil executives, Navy SEALs, and D.C. political operatives among them—arrived at the Coronado Club, in downtown Houston, where Texas’s ultra-wealthy have converged since the nineteen-fifties. Walking past portraits of nineteenth-century Galveston gentry, they filed into the dining room, where QR codes and envelopes had been placed on tabletops to collect donations for Americans for Ibogaine, a pro-psychedelics nonprofit.
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