The Last Song of 1925
The piano in the Harlem club sounded like rain on a tin roof—steady, insistent, a sound that filled the room without demanding attention. Florence Harrington played it every Saturday night after midnight, when the dancers had gone home and the drinkers had stayed behind, and she played it not for them but for the music itself, which was the only thing in this world that had never lied to her....
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