Title: The Archive of Lost Empathy
The year was 1924, and New York was a fever dream of gold and gin. The city vibrated with the sound of saxophones and the frantic energy of people trying to outrun the ghost of the Great War. I, Julian, moved through the crowds like a smudge of charcoal on a vibrant canvas. To the world, I was a collector of rare manuscripts; in reality, I was a scavenger of the spirit. I lived in the spaces...
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