The Great Expedition

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I. The letter arrived on a night when the jazz had finally stopped and Harlem was sleeping the fitful sleep of people who had learned to find beauty in things that were breaking. Julian Ashworth sat in his room above a barbershop on 135th Street, listening to the pipes rattle and the building settle, and opened the envelope with fingers that still bore the faint scar from a shrapnel fragment in...

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