The Last Margin

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The Last Margin

The champagne at the Algonquin tasted like money, and in 1928, money was the only religion that mattered. Julian Ashworth III held his glass at arm's length, watching the bubbles rise through the pale gold liquid the way he used to watch his family's fortune disappear—slowly at first, then all at once. He was thirty-two years old and still searching for something he could not name. His father...

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