Last Flight of the Gilded Age

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Part One The phone rang at three in the morning, which in New York means one of two things: something has gone terribly wrong or someone has gone very rich. In my case, it was the former, and I knew it because the voice on the other end was my father, coughing up blood into a handkerchief that had once belonged to my mother. "Franny," he said. "Come home." I was二十二 years old, working as a...

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