Sample V-02: The Silent Echo
(Jazz Age Idealism) The air in Manhattan was electric, a frantic symphony of klaxons, jazz trumpets, and the roar of Model T Fords. Julian stood on the balcony of a penthouse that smelled of expensive gin and desperation, watching the city stretch out like a carpet of diamonds. He wore a tuxedo that fit him perfectly, yet he felt as though he were wearing a costume for a play that had been...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews