The Gilded Republic
The roar of the 1920s was not a sound, but a vibration—a frantic, electric pulse that shook the skyscrapers of Manhattan and the jazz clubs of Harlem. In the center of this golden delirium lived Julian Thorne, a man who existed in the margins of the city's glittering excess. By day, he was a grease-stained technician in a clockwork factory, his hands perpetually blackened by oil; by night, he...
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