Title: The Ghost Architecture
The jazz of Harlem at three in the morning is a ghost story told in brass. A solitary trumpet line wound through the floorboards of Thomas Wilson's apartment, a fragmented, wandering melody that felt like a conversation between the living and the dead. Thomas lay in the dark, his eyes fixed on a water stain on the ceiling that shifted and morphed, resembling the coastline of a country that had...
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