The Gilded Board

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The Gilded Board

I The jazz played through the floorboards like a living thing. Elias Washington stood at the front of his classroom on 125th Street and tried to ignore it. The trumpet from the club downstairs was particularly loud tonight — a low, mournful note that seemed to echo through the bones of the building. "Mr. Washington?" Mae Johnson raised her hand. She was small for nine years old, with dark eyes...

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