The Golden Rhythm
The water tank on the roof of the tenement building on 135th Street vibrated under the rhythm of Elijah Washington's hands. It was a Tuesday night in October 1925, the sky above Harlem was the color of bruised iron, and Elijah was alone except for the rhythm. His hands moved across the rusted surface of the water tank like they were playing a drum set that only he could hear. The rhythm was...
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