Act I: The Golden Mirage
New York, 1924. The city was a fever dream of brass and bubbles, a place where the air tasted of expensive gin and the music of the Jazz Age drowned out the whispers of the Great War. Evelyn stood on the balcony of the Plaza Hotel, her dress a waterfall of silver sequins that shimmered under the electric lights of Broadway. To the world, she was the crown jewel of the Vanderbilt-esque social...
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