The Mirror of Disgust
The glass of the penthouse window was so clear that Julian Vance felt he was floating above New York, a god of steel and electricity. Below him, the city was a sprawling circuit board of ambition and failure, a million lives flickering like dying stars. Julian was thirty-four, the most influential man in the city's shadow government, a man who could collapse a bank with a single phone call or...
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