The Saint of Saint Patrick's
The church burned on a Tuesday in November, and James Callahan was three blocks away, counting twenty-dollar bills in the back room of O'Malley's Speakeasy, when he heard the bells. He did not hear them at first. The music from upstairs was too loud, the laughter too raucous, the gin too strong. But then one of the girls near the window went quiet, pressed her face against the curtain, and...
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