The Jazz Age Silence
The blue light of December in Chicago was the kind of light that made you feel like the city was judging you. Julian Mercer noticed this every night when he walked from the University of Chicago to the club on South Side where Lily sang, and he noticed it now, standing outside the Blue Note, watching the snow fall in the neon reflection of the bar sign, thinking about the number that had been...
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