The Bronze That Wasn't There
The jazz band in the corner of the Silver Room was playing something fast and blue, and Thomas Whitfield was watching the saxophonist's hands move across the keys like a man watching a magician's hands, trying to figure out how the trick was done. He had been playing this game his whole life: watching people, trying to see what they were really doing, what they were really hiding. The war had...
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