The Star That Never Answered
The gin was terrible. Thomas Whitmore drank it anyway, because the alternative was listening to the string quartet play something that sounded like happiness performed by people who had never heard of the influenza pandemic. The mansion on Long Island glittered like a jewel. Crystal chandeliers, marble floors, waiters circulating with champagne flutes that caught the light like tiny suns. The...
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