The Golden Record of the Void
(Jazz Age Idealism) The party at Jay’s mansion was a symphony of excess. Champagne flowed like rivers of liquid gold, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the frantic, syncopated rhythm of a jazz band that seemed to play the very heartbeat of 1924 New York. Men in white tuxedos and women in shimmering flapper dresses danced in a blur of sequins and laughter, oblivious to...
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