The Phoenix of Harlem

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The speakeasy smelled of gin and rebellion. Jimmy O'Brien sat in the back booth, a notebook open before him, watching the jazz band tear through another number. The trumpet player's notes were sharp as broken glass, and Jimmy felt them in his teeth. He was twenty-six years old, Irish-American, and tired in a way that sleep could not fix. Across the room, Clara Benson laughed at something the...

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