Sample V-02: The Ivory Tower
(Act I: The Spark) The jazz in New York was a frantic shield against the silence of the trenches. Julian, with a limp in his left leg and a scar across his soul, stood at the edge of a rooftop party in 1924. Below him, the city screamed with neon and noise. He held a glass of champagne he didn't want, looking at the crowd of gilded youth who had never known the smell of mustard gas. He had come...
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