The Golden Pack
The winter of 1925 in Chicago was the kind of cold that made men question their ancestors' decisions. Giovanni Rossi felt it in his knuckles as he swept the floor of his small hunting shop on South Canal Street, the cold seeping through his gloves like a patient thief. He was thirty, built like a barrel, with hands that had known both the olive groves of Sicily and the political prisons of...
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