Empire of Shadows
The rain had been falling since midnight. It always seemed to rain in Chicago, but on nights like this, it felt personal, as if the sky had taken offense at something and was taking it out on the pavement. Jack Moran sat at his desk in the office above a closed-down speakeasy on South State Street. The office was small, windowless, lit by a single green-shaded lamp that cast everything in...
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