Dignity of the Jazz Age
New York, 1924. The city was a fever dream of saxophone wails and illegal gin. In the gilded ballrooms of the Upper East Side, the air was thick with the scent of Chanel No. 5 and the desperation of a generation that had seen the world bleed in the trenches of France. Julian Vane was the man they called when the glitter needed to stay bright. He was a 'Fixer,' a ghost in a tuxedo who ensured...
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