The Jazz Age ended on a Tuesday in November 1925, when the last adult on Earth died alone in a tenement apartment, surrounded by empty champagne bottles and sheet music.
Jimmy O'Connor was fifteen years old and dancing in a Harlem club when he got the message. The gramophone had just reached its crescendo, brass instruments blaring through the smoke-thick air, when a boy no older than twelve burst through the side door, his face pale as paper. "Jimmy," he gasped. "Your mother. She just—" Jimmy didn't finish the thought. He didn't need to. He was already moving,...
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