The Gilded Echo (V-02)
The air in the Onyx Club tasted of expensive gin and desperation. It was 1924, and New York was a fever dream of gold and neon, a city where everyone was running away from something and calling it progress. Eleanor walked through the crowd, her white coat a stark, clinical contrast to the sequins and silk of the flappers. She was a doctor of the slums, a woman who spent her mornings in the...
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