The Manhattan Express
ACT I: RISING The Liberty Express was the kind of train that made men who built things feel like gods. It was four hundred feet of steel and riveted iron, painted the colour of burnt sienna and cream, with windows so large you could see the entire American continent folding itself out like a map being unrolled by an impatient hand. Evelyn Reed watched it pull into Penn Station on a November...
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