The Seed of Grace
(V-02: Jazz Age Idealism) The champagne flowed like a golden river through the penthouses of Manhattan, and the jazz was a fever that kept the city awake. Clara moved through the parties like a shimmering ghost, her dress a cascade of silver sequins that caught the light of a thousand electric bulbs. To the guests, she was just another socialite of the Roaring Twenties. To herself, she was a...
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