The Shadow Broker of 5th Avenue
The air in the penthouse was filtered, scentless, and expensive. Marcus stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, looking down at the yellow cabs of New York, which looked like frantic insects from this height. He didn't see streets or buildings; he saw a network of influence, a shimmering web of debts, favors, and secrets. Marcus had started as a translator for a diplomatic mission, a man who...
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