Blue Notes in Sepia
Blue Notes in Sepia Act I The Gold Palm Jazz Bar smelled of smoke and gin and the particular kind of desperation that only exists in places where people go to forget what they remember. Violet Chen stood at the small stage in the corner, her microphone stand angled slightly to the left because that was where the light caught her face just right, and she began to sing a song she had written at...
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