The Echo of the Gilded Tower
(V-02: Jazz Age Idealism) The champagne flowed like a golden river at the Waldorf-Astoria, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the frantic energy of a city that had forgotten how to sleep. It was 1924, and Julian stood on the balcony of the penthouse, watching the neon lights of New York flicker like dying stars. To the revelers inside, the world was an endless party....
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