The Honest City
The Jazz Age in New York was a fever dream of gold and gin, a glittering masquerade where everyone was selling something, and the only currency that mattered was the appearance of success. Julian Vance walked through the neon-lit streets of Manhattan not as a participant in the dance, but as its architect. Julian had returned from the Great War with a chest full of medals and a soul full of...
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