New York in 1922 was a grand illusion.

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Henry Ashcroft stood on the sidewalk and watched a woman in a fringe dress laugh as she stepped over a puddle of gasoline and rainwater mixed into something iridescent. She was twenty-two, maybe twenty-three, with short hair and red lips and a dress that cost more than Henry made in a week. She did not look at him. Nobody looked at him. He was twenty-eight years old and he had the kind of face...

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