The Shadow of Justice
The air in Washington D.C. in 1953 was thick with a different kind of smog—a haze of suspicion and whispered accusations. James lived in a world of gray suits and locked filing cabinets, a junior analyst for the State Department who believed that the truth was the only currency that mattered. He was a man of rigid morals and an unwavering belief in the American experiment. James had spent two...
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