The accordion played itself on the third night, and Mae O'Connor...

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The accordion played itself on the third night, and Mae O'Connor knew then that her father's death was not an accident.

It was 1925, and Chicago was a city that had forgotten how to sleep. The rain fell on Maxwell Street like applause, and the jazz spilled out of every basement door like something alive. Mae sat in her father's apartment above the closed-down repair shop, listening to the accordion play a song she had never heard but somehow recognized—a song of workers marching, of hands joined, of a world that...

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