The Silent Guardian of the Gilded Age
Julian stood on the balcony of his penthouse, looking down at the shimmering grid of Manhattan in 1924. The city was a symphony of jazz and gasoline, a glittering masquerade where everyone wore a mask of prosperity. Julian, once the scion of a banking dynasty that had collapsed under the weight of its own greed, now wore a mask of boredom. He was a man of the Gilded Age who had discovered that...
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