The Last Party at Blackwood

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The jazz band played something fast and bright in the corner of the room, but Eleanor Vance wasn't dancing. She stood by the window, looking out at the Manhattan skyline, watching the lights of a thousand apartments flicker on as evening fell over the city. She had been standing there for twenty minutes, holding a glass of champagne she had no intention of drinking, watching the reflections of...

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