Gilded Promise
Part I The jazz was still playing when Daisy arrived at the club, though by then it was past two in the morning and the musicians were playing with the languid, half-drunk energy of men who had been performing for eight hours and could feel their shoes dissolving through the soles. She sat at the bar with a gin fizz that tasted mostly of sugar and not enough gin, and watched the room the way...
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