The Jazz of Rising Empires
The club on 135th Street didn't have a sign, which was how Eddie Marchetti liked it. Signs were for people who needed to be found, and Eddie had spent the last four years getting very good at finding other people while remaining unfound. The bass line from the stage thumped through the floorboards and into the soles of his shoes, a steady heartbeat that matched the rhythm of the city outside....
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