The Last Jazz in the Stars
The war had taken everything from Arthur Pendelton except his hands. They were still good hands--calloused from the coal mines of Pennsylvania, steadied by four years in the Army Engineers, scarred from shoring up trenches that collapsed faster than he could prop them. But the war had taken his innocence, his faith in men, and the girl he was supposed to marry. What remained was a hollow man...
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