The Age of Aspiration
The year was 1926, and America was a fever dream of gold and jazz. In New York, the air tasted of champagne and ozone, and the belief that a man could reinvent himself overnight was the only religion that mattered. Arthur was a man of that fever. He was a small-time broker with a large-time appetite, a man who saw the stock market not as a financial tool, but as a ladder to a heaven he had been...
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