The Bright Cure
The Harlem morning in 1925 began with the sound of streetcars clattering over cobblestones and the distant wail of a freight train heading north toward Yonkers. Dr. Ming Chen stood at the window of his third-floor walk-up and watched the neighborhood wake—the shopkeepers rolling up their sidewalks, the children heading to P.S. 47 in patched coats, the women carrying buckets from the communal...
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