The Ghosts We Carry
Jack Morrell sat on a bench in the rain outside the relief center and watched the neon signs flicker in the puddles.Chicago in 1947 was a city of contrasts. The downtown Loop was all glass and steel and men in dark suits walking fast with faster purpose. But here, in the neighborhood just south of the river where the relief center stood, Chicago was something else entirely. It was wet pavement...
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