The Architect's Legacy
I. The press room at the New York Herald smelled of ink and ambition. Clara Hayes sat at her desk, a cigarette burning in the ashtray beside her typewriter, and stared at the half-finished article on the page. It was about the tenement conditions on the Lower East Side—four families sharing a single room, children who had never seen sunlight, mothers who worked sixteen hours a day for twelve...
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