The Lost Battalion
Act I: The Night Train The train from Chicago to New York rattled through the dark like a man walking through a dream he couldn't quite remember. Leo Ashford sat by the window with his forehead pressed against the cold glass and his fingers drumming a rhythm on his knee that no one else could hear. His brother Jack was a trumpet player at the Savoy, and Leo had come to New York for one reason:...
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