The Marble God
(V-06: New York Realism) I remember when Leo was just a man. I remember the way he used to stutter when he was nervous, the way he would bite his lip when he was thinking. I was his assistant, the man who handled the schedules, the coffee, and the dirty laundry of a rising star in the New York underworld. Leo didn't start with power; he started with a hunger that was almost physical. He had a...
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