The Gilded Truth
The jazz in the Savoy was a fever dream of brass and gold, a shimmering veil draped over the rot of New York City. Julian stood by the mahogany bar, his tuxedo fitting him like a second skin, though he felt like an imposter in his own life. He was a journalist by trade, but a ghost by choice, drifting through the parties of the elite, recording their sins in a small, leather-bound notebook....
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