The Aegis of Manhattan
The roar of 1925 New York was a symphony of chaos—the screech of Model T Fords, the distant wail of a saxophone from a basement speakeasy, and the relentless pulse of a city that had forgotten how to sleep. Julian Vance leaned against a mahogany desk in the 14th Precinct, watching the dust motes dance in a shaft of golden sunlight. To his colleagues, Julian was a rising star, a detective with...
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