The Jazz Age Key
Julian Thorne lived in a New York City that felt like a gilded cage. It was 1924, the era of prohibition, flappers, and a frantic, desperate need to forget the trenches of the Great War. Julian, a poet whose verses were as sharp as a razor and as empty as a champagne flute, spent his nights in the Neon Labyrinth. The Labyrinth was not a place, but a state of projected consciousness, achieved...
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