Title: The Interval of Loss
The jazz of Harlem is a ghost story told in brass. At three in the morning, a solitary trumpet line wound through the floorboards of Thomas Wilson's apartment, a wandering, fragmented melody that felt like a conversation between a man and his shadows. Thomas lay awake, his eyes tracing a water stain on the ceiling that looked like the jagged borders of a country that had been erased from the...
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