The Iron Throne of Glass
The corridors of City Hall in New York were designed to make a man feel small. Victor walked them with a stride that suggested he owned the air everyone else was breathing. He had started as a junior aide with a cheap suit and a hunger that could swallow the city. Now, he was the Chief Strategist, the man who decided which candidates lived and which died. Victor's ascent had been a masterclass...
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