The Jazz of Origins
The music hit Nathaniel Calloway in the chest like a physical thing—warm, relentless, alive. He stood at the back of the club with a glass of something he didn't remember ordering and watched the singer close her eyes and let the room dissolve around her. Her name was Clara Beaumont, and she sang like someone who had lived through the thing she was singing about and come out the other side not...
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