Sample V-12: The Hollow Trophy
(Style F: Psychological Thriller) The silence of the penthouse was more oppressive than any crowd's roar. I stood before the mirror, wearing a tuxedo that cost more than my father's life insurance, holding a glass of scotch that tasted of copper and ash. On the mahogany table behind me sat the World Championship Trophy—a towering spire of gold and crystal that caught the moonlight and fractured...
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