Sample V-04: The Architect of Silence
(New York Realism - T7-01) The leather of the briefcase was the only thing in the room that felt permanent. I held it with a grip that left my knuckles white, standing two paces behind Senator Julian Vane. To the world, Vane was the conscience of the New York Senate, a man of unwavering principle and a voice that could move mountains. To me, his private secretary for five years, he was a series...
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