The Jazz Age Prometheus
The party was everything Isaac Livingston had dreamed of and everything he had feared it would be. Crystal chandeliers threw prismatic light across a room full of the most powerful people in New York. Bankers in their tails and politicians in their medals and newspaper magnates with their hungry eyes. They floated through the ballroom like sharks through warm water, smiling their thin smiles...
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