The Collective Mind
The champagne bubbled in crystal glasses, catching the light of a thousand incandescent bulbs strung across the ballroom of the Manhattan Club. James Whitfield stood at the edge of the room, watching the glittering mass of faces, the women in drop-waist dresses, the men in tuxedos, all of them drunk on the American Dream and the belief that tomorrow could only be better than today. James was...
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