The Last Candle of Harlem
The wind of 1932 did not just blow through the streets of Harlem; it howled with the sound of a thousand broken promises. The Great Depression had turned the neighborhood into a landscape of grey desperation. Breadlines stretched for blocks, and the air was thick with the scent of coal smoke and the metallic tang of hunger. In a small, leaning tenement on 135th Street, Clara lived in a room...
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