The Jazz Age Navigator
## Part I: The Call The jazz was still playing when James Crosswalk found the letter. It was tucked inside a brass music box he had bought at an estate sale in Brooklyn—somewhere between a stack of vinyl records and a box of his grandmother's jewelry. The music box played "At Last," and when James wound it up, the sound filled his Greenwich Village apartment like a memory he hadn't known he...
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