The Telegram That Arrived at Noon
The offices of the New York Herald occupied the third floor of a building on Nassau Street that smelled permanently of ink, tobacco, and the quiet desperation of men who had once believed journalism could change the world. David Rosenberg had been one of those men for exactly seven years, which was long enough to learn that the world changed very slowly and journalism changed it even slower. He...
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