The Jazz Meridian
I. The trumpet hit a note that made Patricia Calloway stop typing. It was a note that shouldn't have been possible—from a brass instrument, from a human mouth, from the body of a man who had probably never read a newspaper but clearly understood the exact frequency at which truth could be transmitted. She looked up from her desk in the back room of the Cotton Club and found Julian Mercer...
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