Last Ledger of Jackson Black

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The whiskey smelled of gun oil that night. Jackson Black sat in the back room of the Cotton Club in Harlem, counting money that his fingers could not distinguish from the scent of the club — cheap perfume, stale beer, and the warm, brass-heavy smell of jazz bleeding through the walls. Three hundred dollars in a brown paper envelope. The sort of money that pays rent for two months or...

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