The piano in the Cotton Club smelled of whiskey and lemon polish,...

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The piano in the Cotton Club smelled of whiskey and lemon polish, and when Charlie sat down to play, his fingers knew what his mind had forgotten: that music was the only thing that made sense when everything else was falling apart.

It was October 1925. The newspapers called it the Roaring Twenties. Charlie called it the dying breath of a world that knew it was dying and decided to dance anyway. The solar anomalies had been in the papers for months. Scientists used words like "magnetic disturbance" and "atmospheric disruption." The newspapers used words like "apocalypse" and "doomsday." The people of New York used words...

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