The Harvest of Stars
The jazz poured from the basement club on 135th Street like liquid gold, spilling into the Harlem night. Silas Stone stood on the balcony of Claire Vanderbilt's Long Island estate, a glass of bootleg champagne in his hand, listening to the saxophone wail below while the stars wheeled overhead in their ancient, indifferent patterns.He had found them three months ago—the signals from Cygnus. Not...
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