The Price of Blind Faith
The jazz in 1920s Manhattan was a fever, and Elena was shivering. She lived in a walk-up in the Lower East Side, where the air smelled of boiled cabbage and desperation. Her son, Julian, spent his days drawing charcoal sketches of the skyscrapers that loomed over them like concrete gods. Elena worked three jobs—cleaning offices, sewing buttons, scrubbing floors—but the debt from her late...
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