The Charter of Ruins
The jazz in the speakeasy was frantic, a desperate attempt to drown out the silence of a generation that had seen too much blood. Adrian leaned against the velvet curtain, watching the champagne flow like a golden river. To the world, he was a mere legal assistant to the powerful Senator Higgins. To himself, he was a man who had once owned the world and learned that owning it was the fastest...
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