The Duke of the Underworld
Act 1 The club on St. James Street smelled of cedar and port wine, and the men who sat there had built an empire on the back of three hundred million people without ever raising their voices. Clarice Sterne sat in a corner booth with a glass of water she didn't intend to drink, watching them through the slats of the room's wooden screen. She was twenty-four and the only woman in the room and...
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