The Quiet Decay
Detroit was a city of skeletons. Rust-colored skyscrapers leaned over cracked pavements, and the wind howled through the empty shells of factories. Frank lived in a small room above a laundromat, the air smelling of damp concrete and old grease. He had once been the CFO of a global logistics firm, a man who moved millions with a keystroke. Then came the betrayal. His partner, Robert, had framed...
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