The Great Fiftieth
The party had been going for six hours when Julian Ashworth III decided it was time to begin. He stood on the balcony of his Long Island estate, looking down at the crowd below—hundreds of people in silk and sequins, dancing to a jazz band that played with the desperate energy of people who knew, on some level, that none of this would last. Julian had once believed in things. Not big...
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