The Frequency of Justice (V-02)
New York in 1924 was a symphony of contradictions. In the glittering ballrooms of the Upper East Side, the air was thick with the scent of expensive champagne and the desperate perfume of the nouveau riche. Below, in the jazz clubs of Harlem, the music was a raw, bleeding thing, a frantic attempt to outrun the ghosts of a Great War that had left a generation hollow. I arrived in this city not...
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