The Shadow of the Architect
The first time I saw Julian, he wasn't a god; he was just a man who looked like he hadn't slept in a decade. He was standing in the middle of the trading floor at Sterling & Co., a whirlwind of chaos surrounding him, yet he remained the still point of the turning world. I was twenty-two, a fresh graduate with a degree in economics and a desperate need to be near something brilliant. I became...
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