The Jazz Age Immortal

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The underground speakeasy on 43rd Street smelled of gin and cheap perfume and the particular kind of desperation that only thrived in cities built on optimism. Arthur Pendleton sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey that cost more than it was worth, watching the saxophone player lose himself in a solo that bent like smoke around the low ceiling. It was 1925, and New York was the kind of city that...

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