The Authentic Heart
ACT I: THE HOLLOW CIRCLE The champagne was bootleg but excellent, drawn from a cellar in upstate New York by a Polish immigrant who had once been a sommelier in a palace that no longer existed, and the jazz was hot and sweating, pumped out by a band that played with the desperate energy of people who knew that tonight might be the last night this particular arrangement of human beings could...
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