The Symphony of Coexistence
The jazz clubs of 1924 Manhattan were cathedrals of the lost. Elias leaned against the mahogany bar of the Blue Note, watching the smoke curl into shapes that looked like dying nebulae. He was a man who had studied the sociology of the void, and he had found that the universe was not a forest of hunters, but a gallery of lonely artists. Three years ago, Elias had intercepted a signal from the...
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