The Canvas of the Unseen
The tenements of the Lower East Side in 1932 were a grey labyrinth of desperation. The air was a thick soup of coal smoke and boiled cabbage, and the only thing cheaper than the rent was human life. Leo lived in a basement room that was more a hole than a home. He slept on a mattress of old newspapers and ate a diet of watered-down soup and hope. He was a boy of fourteen with eyes that seemed...
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