The Harmonic Ark
The party at the penthouse was a blur of champagne and saxophone music, the kind of noise that could drown out the sound of a world ending. Julian stood on the balcony, looking out over the glittering sprawl of 1920s New York. To the rest of the guests, the shimmering aurora borealis that had appeared over the city for three nights was a novelty, a celestial firework show. To Julian, it was a...
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