The Last Beacon of Reason
The Jazz Age in New York was a fever dream of gold and gin, a glittering mask worn by a city that had forgotten how to mourn. Elias, a young diplomat with a penchant for old poetry and a dangerous amount of idealism, walked through the parties of the elite like a ghost in a garden of neon. He believed in a world where reason could temper power, where the law was a shield for the weak rather...
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