The Healing Season

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I Pittsburgh in 1926 smelled of steel and smoke and something underneath it all that no amount of industrial soot could quite cover—the smell of money being made by people who would never spend it on the hands that made it. Thomas Hudson stood in the doorway of his clinic on Fifth Avenue and watched the rain wash the coal dust off the sidewalks. He was thirty-two years old and had spent four...

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