The Catalyst at the Bottom of Lake Michigan
The system was stable. That was the first thing Michael Flanagan understood about the world, the thing he had learned at seventeen unloading cargo on the South Water Street docks and had never seen contradicted in the seventeen years since. A system stayed stable until something new entered it. A man running whiskey across Lake Michigan in the winter of 1925 was part of a system—the buyers in...
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