The Covenant of Silence
The jazz in the underground club was frantic, a desperate attempt to drown out the ticking of a clock that only Julian Thorne could hear. It was 1924, and New York was a city of gold and ghosts. Julian, once the most feared instructor in the clandestine services, sat in a velvet booth, watching the dancers swirl like autumn leaves in a storm. He had come back to the city not for the glitz, but...
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