The Great Liquification
The saxophone played like a woman crying in a language Julian didn't speak but understood anyway. It was November 1925, and the Grand Ballroom at the Plaza Hotel smelled of expensive perfume, cheaper decisions, and the peculiar optimism that only men who have never lost money can produce. Julian Thorne Jr. sat in the VIP box, swirling a glass of champagne he had no intention of drinking. Below...
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