The Dawn of Tomorrow
The jazz still played after everyone else had stopped. Marcus Johnson stood in the corner of the Small's Paradise ballroom, watching the last of the survivors file out through the swinging doors. The gramophone on the stage had been running for three days straight, wound by whoever needed to hear something other than silence. Now it was Marcus's turn to keep the music going. He adjusted the...
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