The Jazz of Fortune
The Jazz of FortuneThe Kansas wind does not blow. It carries things. Dirt, yes, but also memories, and the scent of someone else's dinner from three counties over, and the distant echo of a saxophone that may or may not have ever existed. Henry Ashworth knew this wind. He had been born into it, grew up breathing it, and when he left Kansas at twenty-three, he carried it in his lungs like a...
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