THE LAST WALL

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THE LAST WALL

I. The jazz club on 45th Street smelled of whiskey and regret, which Julian Cross found fitting for a Friday night. He sat at a corner table, nursing a bourbon he couldn't taste, listening to a saxophone player who played notes that sounded like apologies. The black SUV pulled up outside at 11:47 p.m. Two men in dark suits entered through the back door. They found Julian at his table, exactly...

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