The Silent Guardian of Wall Street
(V-02: Jazz Age Idealism) The roar of the twenties was not a sound; it was a vibration that shook the very marrow of New York. In 1924, the city was a fever dream of champagne, saxophones, and a belief in infinite growth that bordered on the religious. I walked through the streets of Manhattan as a ghost in a young man's suit, carrying the crushing weight of a future I had already witnessed. In...
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