The Temporal Fold of the French Quarter

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For Ellis Johnson, time was not a line; it was a record that had been scratched, skipping and looping in the humid air of New Orleans. As he played the piano in the basement bar, he could hear the music of the 1920s bleeding through the floorboards, the ghost-notes of long-dead jazzmen intertwining with his own. He lived in a perpetual present, where the smell of rain on hot pavement was both a...

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