The stock ticker on the wall of the brokerage office was still...

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The stock ticker on the wall of the brokerage office was still running when Leo Goldstein opened his eyes on Forty-Second Street.

He was eight years old. He knew this because his hands were small and dirty, his clothes were too large and torn, and the pavement beneath him smelled of horse manure and coal smoke. But his mind was fifty-two years old, sharp and precise, the mind of a man who had spent three decades calculating risk for one of Wall Street's most respected firms. The date was October 24, 1929. Black Thursday....

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