The Carnival of Endless Night
I. Nelson White found the passage behind the fireplace on a Tuesday in October 1925. He was twenty-six, back from Paris where he'd played trumpet in smoky basement clubs until the music and the whiskey and the memories of the trenches bled together into something he couldn't distinguish anymore. His grandfather's house on Long Island was full of furniture covered in white sheets and the kind of...
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