The Price of Starlight
ACT I The jazz music spilled out of the underground clubs on 52nd Street like smoke from a thousand cigarettes, thick and golden and smelling of something you couldn't quite name. It was 1925, and New York was a city drunk on its own prosperity. The stock market climbed like a fever, the skyscrapers grew taller every month, and in the apartment on Riverside Drive, Edward Whitmore stood by the...
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