The Covenant of Tomorrow

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The jazz was bleeding through the floorboards when I first walked into Harlem. I had spent the previous three years shooting men in three different wars, and the sound of a trumpet was the last thing on earth I expected to find meaningful. But there it was—rising through the cracked wood, thick and golden and alive—and for the first time since I was twenty years old and standing over a corpse...

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