The Sacred Sphere
New York in the twenties was a city of gold leaf and hollow hearts. It was a place where the champagne flowed like rivers and the jazz played so loud it drowned out the sound of people breaking. Julian was a ghost in this machine. Born to a family of laundresses in the tenements of the Lower East Side, he spent his days in a haze of steam and soap, but his soul lived in the rhythm of the ball....
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