The Jazz Age Astronomer
The saxophone sounded like someone pulling glass out of their chest. Julian Ashford knew this because he had felt the same sound inside himself for three years, ever since the night Clara James had opened her mouth and let it out, and he had understood that some things are more beautiful than truth and infinitely more dangerous. He stood at the back of the Small's Paradise club in Harlem, his...
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