The Gilded Wasteful
The jazz band played louder than it should have, the brass section blaring through the thin walls of the underground speakeasy like a declaration of war against silence. Edward Sterling III stood in the centre of the dance floor, a champagne glass in each hand, watching the women swirl around him in dresses that cost more than most people earned in a year. He laughed at something a flapper...
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