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The champagne had a particular, sharp chill to it in November of 1924, a cold that seemed to mirror the brittle atmosphere of Fifth Avenue. Thomas Hatfield, a man whose skin had become a map of every deadline he had ever chased, sat in the dim amber glow of his study, the scent of stale tobacco and expensive, floral perfume clinging to the heavy velvet curtains. He was fifty-eight, an age where...

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