The Guardian of the Gilded Age
The jazz was loud, a frantic, brassy scream that filled the air of the la l'Avenue club, but Leo heard only the rhythm of the room. He sat in a velvet booth, the smoke from his cigarette curling into the gold-leafed ceiling. To the world, he was just another wealthy expatriate with a taste for expensive scotch. To the government, he was a ghost—a former operative of the 'Silent Hand' who had...
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