The Gold That Binds
ACT ONE: THE RISING (20%) The notebook arrived on a Tuesday in November, wrapped in oilcloth and addressed to a man who had been dead for six weeks. Julian Cross was twenty-six and already tired. He sat in his apartment on the sixty-second floor of a building on Fifth Avenue that did not yet have a name, looking down at Manhattan through windows that cost more than most people earned in a year....
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