New York, 1974. The city was a machine that ran on ambition and...

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New York, 1974. The city was a machine that ran on ambition and exhaust fumes, and Thomas Cross had been feeding it his youth for twelve years without asking for a receipt.

He was twenty-six, born in Brooklyn to a Irish mother and a French-Canadian father, and he had spent his entire life watching people who were smarter than him get crushed by people who were richer. It was not a philosophy. It was an observation. Facts do not require philosophy. The invitation had arrived in a plain white envelope, no return address, no stamp. Just a typed sentence on heavy...

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