The Seed of Hope
The jazz of 1924 New York was a fever dream of brass and champagne, a frantic attempt to drown out the echoes of the Great War. Julian walked through the glittering crowds of the Plaza Hotel, feeling like a diver in a sea of sequins. He wore a tuxedo that fit him perfectly, but it felt like a costume. Five years ago, Julian had been a sergeant in the trenches of France. He had seen the earth...
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