The Aether-Cup
(V-02: Jazz Age Idealism) The parties in New York in 1924 were screams of gold and champagne, a desperate attempt to drown out the echoes of the trenches. Julian stood on the balcony of a penthouse, watching the city flicker like a dying star. Around him, the "Lost Generation" danced to the frantic beat of jazz, their laughter sounding like breaking glass. Julian didn't dance. He held a...
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