THE LAST LIGHT OF LONG ISLAND
I. The jazz was so loud it vibrated through the floorboards of Elias Thorne's Long Island estate, rattling the crystal decanters in the bar and sending shivers across the dance floor where two hundred of America's most beautiful people spun in a blur of silk and sequins. Elias danced alone near the terrace doors, moving with the rhythm but not truly participating—the way a man moves through a...
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