The Great Blindness
I The champagne bubbles rose like tiny stars in a crystal flute, and Charles "Charlie" Ward watched them dissolve the way everything good dissolved back in 1925—instantly, inevitably, leaving behind only the faintest memory of something that might have been beautiful. He had been a trader on Wall Street once, before the crash had taken everything and left him with nothing but a suit, a bottle,...
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