The Chi Rising

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The Chi Rising

The rain in Chicago does not fall. It invades. It comes sideways, driven by a wind that smells of Lake Michigan and coal smoke and the unwashed bodies of a million immigrants trying to become something they are not. Marcus Chen felt it against his face as he walked down Cermak Road, his cane tapping the cobblestones, his blind eyes seeing more than the men with sight ever could. He was...

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