The Silent Advocate
The jazz of 1924 New York was a fever dream of gold and gin, a shimmering veil thrown over a city of broken promises. Julian walked through the streets of Manhattan, his suit slightly frayed at the cuffs, his eyes reflecting the neon glare of Broadway. Julian had arrived from Kansas with a law degree and a heart full of a dangerous kind of hope. In the gilded halls of the city's top firms, he...
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