The Aegis Sacrifice
The air in the ballroom of the Hotel Ritz was thick with the scent of expensive lilies and the quiet desperation of the European aristocracy. It was 1912, and the world was dancing on the edge of a volcano, though only a few could feel the heat. Julian Thorne was one of them. Julian was a financier of unmatched precision. He had built a commercial empire that stretched from the rubber...
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