The Covenant of Light
The jazz of 1920s New York was a fever dream of gold and glitter, a frantic dance on the edge of a void. Arthur lived in the shadows of that brilliance, in a walk-up apartment that smelled of old newsprint and the metallic tang of his mother’s slow decline. She suffered from a spiritual atrophy, a fading of the soul that left her a hollow shell, staring at walls that no longer held color....
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