The City of Silence
The office was a cathedral of glass and steel, perched so high above New York that the people below looked like ants scurrying through a concrete labyrinth. Marcus stood at the center of the room, his reflection mirrored in a dozen different surfaces. He wore a suit that cost more than most people earned in a decade, and his eyes were as cold as the diamonds on his cufflinks. He had won. The...
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