The Keeper of Meridian Studio

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The trumpet on the record player was brass and tired, its mouthpiece worn smooth by a thousand nights of someone else's music. But when Ella Johnson placed her hand on the horn and felt the vibration travel up her arm, she could still hear it—the note that lived inside the metal, waiting to be released. It was 1924, and Harlem was a city within a city, a place where Black Americans had come to...

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