The Catalyst Chamber
The July heat in Chicago sat heavy and metallic, the kind of temperature that made the air itself feel like a reactant waiting for the spark. It was August 1925, and the city had not received meaningful rain since early spring. The stock exchange towers gleamed like polished test tubes against the cloudless sky, their glass surfaces reflecting light with a precision that mirrored the calculated...
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