The Purest Experiment
The jazz in the Blue Note club was a frantic, golden thing, masking the hollow silence of the New York night. Julian sat in the corner, sipping a gin and tonic, watching the crowd. To the world, he was a celebrated psychiatrist of the Upper East Side. To himself, he was a man searching for a ghost—the ghost of a selfless act in a city that traded in souls. He found his subject in a sterile...
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