The Ascent of Spirit

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Leo’s world was defined by the smell of brine and the rhythmic thud of crates hitting the wooden piers of the East River. He was a man of twenty-four, with calloused hands and a heart that beat in time with the poetry of Walt Whitman, which he read by the flickering light of a kerosene lamp in his tenement room. He was a ghost in the machine of New York’s industrial hunger, a disposable cog in...

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