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Bill Hudson stood on the corner of Fifty-First and Madison and watched the rain fall through the neon of a jazz club. The music leaked onto the street — a trumpet crying something that sounded like grief and joy braided together. He had not cried since the Argonne Forest. He was not going to start now. The man in the tan coat stood beside him, perfectly still, rain dripping from the brim of his...
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