The Credit of Hope
The New York of 1924 was a fever dream of brass and bubbles. Jazz leaked from every basement, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive gin and cheap desperation. In the center of this glittering chaos stood the Thorne Credit Union, a modest brick building that looked entirely out of place among the soaring monuments of Wall Street. Julian Thorne did not believe in collateral. To the...
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