The Great Projection
The champagne in Julian's glass was flat, much like the conversation surrounding him. He sat in the center of a gilded ballroom in Manhattan, 1924, where the air was thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and the desperate noise of a thousand people trying to convince themselves they were happy. The jazz band played a frantic rhythm, a heartbeat for a city that had forgotten how to sleep....
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