The Urban Covenant
Leo’s penthouse was a masterpiece of glass and chrome, a transparent box suspended over the glittering veins of 1920s Manhattan. It was the pinnacle of success, yet inside, the air always felt thin, as if the luxury were sucking the oxygen out of the room. The Phantom arrived during the height of the Roaring Twenties. He was a smudge of charcoal in a room of gold, a jazz musician who had once...
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