The Elixir of Truth
The jazz band played in the corner of the salon, a small ensemble of French and American musicians whose brass section made the crystal chandeliers tremble. Thomas Harrington sat at a corner table, his damaged left leg stretched out before him, his missing right hand wrapped in a silk handkerchief, and watched the dancers with the weary detachment of a man who had seen too much of the world to...
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