The Golden Audit
The Golden Audit The champagne bubbles rose like tiny prayers in the crystal flute, and Edgar Morse watched them rise with the detached fascination of a man who had spent too many years watching numbers rise and fall with equal indifference. It was 1925, and New York City was drunk on something that had nothing to do with Prohibition. The streets were paved with money and men walked on them as...
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