The Last Dance at the Halo

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The trumpet on the record was screaming, and Richard Winters was screaming with it, though nobody could tell whether he was laughing or crying. The glass in his hand was amber and expensive and tasted like forgetting. It was 1927, and New York was drunk on its own success. The stock market had been climbing for three years straight, a steady, confident ascent that made men like Richard believe...

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