The Carnival Gambit
The underground casino on Fifty-Seventh Street smelled of champagne and bad decisions, which Julian Cross found rather fitting for a Tuesday night in November 1925. He stood beneath the crystal chandelier—that real one, not the electric bulbs his investors had wanted to install—and watched the roulette wheel spin. Red seven. Black twenty-one. Red thirteen. The ball clicked and danced and...
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