The Jazz of Distant Stars
The radio crackled with static, and then, beneath the static, something impossible. Shadow Hudson was not a scientist. He was a pianist, a bandleader, a man who made his living bending twelve bars into something that made strangers weep in smoky rooms. He played at the Onyx Club in Harlem, where the lights were low and the whiskey was strong and the music was the only thing that mattered. But...
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