Title: The Gold-Plated Grave
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it only made the neon lights bleed into the asphalt. Leo sat in his office, a room that smelled of cheap bourbon and expensive lawsuits. He was a "Legal Architect," which was a polite way of saying he found the holes in the wall and taught people how to crawl through them. Leo's greatest masterpiece was the "Horizon Trust." He had spent two...
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