The Harmony of Julian
The 1920s in the American Midwest were a blur of gold and jazz, a frantic dance on the edge of a cliff. In the town of Oakhaven, where the cornfields stretched toward an indifferent horizon, Julian lived in a house that smelled of old parchment and peppermint. He was a man of refined edges, a former professor whose mind had been too vast for the narrow corridors of the university that had cast...
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