Variant V-02: The Gilded Mirage
The Jazz Age in New York was a symphony of champagne and desperation, a city where everyone was pretending to be someone else. Julian Thorne was a master of the pretense. A failed poet with a penchant for silk ties and a bank account that was perpetually in the red, Julian lived in a rented room above a jazz club in Harlem, where the bass thrummed through the floorboards like a dying heart. His...
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