Echoes of the Jazz Age (V-02)
The champagne flowed like a river of liquid gold at the Plaza, the air thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the frantic, syncopated rhythms of a jazz band that sounded like a collective scream of joy and terror. But Evelyn felt only a profound, hollow thirst, a void that no amount of sparkling wine could fill. The news of her true parentage had hit her during the height of the party, a...
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