The Beacon of Broadway (V-02)
The air in New York in 1922 tasted of ozone, expensive gin, and an electric, desperate hope. Julian Vance walked through the lobby of the Waldorf-Astoria, his footsteps echoing against the marble. He wore a tuxedo that fit him like a second skin, but beneath the wool and silk, his heart beat with a rhythm that didn't belong to this decade. Julian had died in 1934, a skeletal figure in a dusty...
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