The Entangled Hearts
The champagne flutes caught the light of the chandeliers like shards of frozen starlight, and Julian Walker stood on the terrace of his Long Island estate, watching the dancers swirl below in a vortex of silk and laughter that meant absolutely nothing to him. It was October 1925, and the Jazz Age was at its peak. Manhattan glittered like a jewel box, speakeasies pulsed with forbidden music...
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