The Sanctuary of Lost Things
The roar of 1920s New York was a symphony of gasoline and jazz, a frantic attempt to drown out the silence of the trenches. Julian had come back from France with a limp in his stride and a void in his chest. He had seen the world dissolve into mud and mustard gas, and he no longer trusted anything that spoke of "glory." In a narrow slice of land between two towering tenements in Harlem, Julian...
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