The Star He Bought You
The jazz played from the basement of 52nd Street, a sound that seemed to rise through the floorboards and into the very bones of the building above it. Victoria Sterling stood on the roof of her family's townhouse on Washington Square, looking at the sky through the haze of Manhattan light. She could not see the stars—not really. The city was too bright, too loud, too alive with the energy of a...
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