The Mirage of Virtue
(Variant V-02: Jazz Age Idealism) The air in Manhattan in 1924 was a cocktail of gin, gasoline, and an electric, frantic hope. Julian Vane walked through the streets with a stride that felt like a conquest, though his pockets were increasingly light. He was a lawyer by trade, but a reformer by soul. To Julian, the law was a blunt instrument; he sought a scalpel. He didn't want a corner office...
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