The Echo of a Lie
The rain in New York didn't wash anything away; it only smeared the grime of the city into a glossy, deceptive sheen. Julian sat in his office, the air thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and cheap desperation. He was a city councilman with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and a heart that beat in time with the stock ticker. Across from him sat Marcus, a man whose fingers were...
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