The Note in the Dark
ACT I: THE INHERITANCE The party was exactly the kind of thing Julian Thorne had come to hate. Crystal glasses clinked in the ballroom of the Plaza Hotel, and a string quartet played something that sounded like champagne—effervescent, expensive, and entirely hollow. Julian stood near the terrace doors, nursing a glass of bourbon he had no intention of drinking, watching the crowd with the...
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