The Spirit of Broadway
## Act I: The Descent (20%) The rain fell on Manhattan like a curse, turning the streets of the Polish enclave into rivers of mud and despair. Anna Kowalski pulled her shawl tighter and quickened her pace. The tenement building behind her stood five stories tall, its walls crumbling, its windows broken. "Anna!" her mother's voice came from the apartment window. "Come home, girl!" She descended...
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