The Citizen's Testimony
Act I The third day of the riots, the ink on Thomas Murphy's fingers would not wash out. He sat at the proofing table in the print shop on Dey Street, the smell of linseed oil and hot type metal thick in the air. Outside, the city burned. He could hear it—the distant crack of gunfire, the roar of a crowd moving like a single animal through the streets. The gas lamps flickered. Shadows moved...
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