The Prometheus Ark
PART I: THE SIGNAL Autumn 1925. Long Island. The jazz was still playing three streets over, a saxophone wailing through the open windows of a party Jack could not be bothered to attend. He was twenty-eight years old, heir to the Sterling banking fortune, and he would have given it all away for this moment—this single, perfect moment of discovery. The signal came from a direction that made no...
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