The Golden Ashes
New Year's Eve 1924 smelled like champagne and cigarette smoke and the particular brand of desperation that only people who have everything can feel when they realize it is not enough. Julian Ashworth stood on the balcony of the Van Derlyn ballroom, looking down at the city that he had conquered and was beginning to understand was conquering him. Below, the snow was falling on Fifth Avenue, and...
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