The Last Light of Ashbourne

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The champagne was cold, the band was playing, and Arthur Goldstein was three glasses from believing in forever. He stood on the balcony of the Manhattan club, looking down at the sea of tuxedos and silk dresses, at the women whose dresses shimmered like broken stock certificates in the electric light, at the men whose laughter was just loud enough to hide the fact that they had lost everything...

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