The Wistful Mountain

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The ballroom of the Grand Hotel in Chicago hummed with a low, electric thrum, a sound like bees trapped in glass. It was the winter of 1924, and the city outside was a lattice of smoke and steel, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of tuberose and expensive gin. Major Arthur Pendelton stood by the punch bowl, his uniform crisp, the brass buttons catching the chandelier light like tiny,...

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