The Last Margin Call

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2026-04-27 12:15:12 -

The saxophone sounded like rain on a tin roof, if the rain had been born in New Orleans and raised in Chicago and ended up drunk on West Fifty-second Street. It was three in the morning, and the speakeasy on the basement level of a brownstone on Madison Avenue was finally full enough to matter. James Hawthorne sat in the back booth, nursing a whiskey that cost more than most people made in an...

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