The Altar of Altruism (V-02)
New York City in 1924 was a fever dream of gold leaf and gin. The air was a dizzying cocktail of jazz, gasoline, and the electric hum of a million ambitions colliding. Elias Thorne walked through this neon kaleidoscope as a ghost. A veteran of the Great War, he carried the trenches in his lungs and a hollow silence in his chest that no amount of city noise could drown. He worked as a night...
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