The Sovereign of Hope
The lights of Manhattan in 1924 were a fever dream of gold and neon, a glittering mask over a city that never slept and rarely cared. Julian lived in the cracks of that brilliance, a poet whose verses were as lean as his stomach. He spent his days in the public library and his nights wondering how to survive the winter. He was an idealist in an age of cynicism, believing that beauty was the...
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