The Midnight Press

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I. Chicago in 1930 smelled like rain on hot asphalt and cheap gin and the faint metallic tang of the river. Jack Callahan stood on the corner of State Street with a bundle of newspapers under his arm and a feeling in his stomach that was not hunger. It was something older than hunger. It was the feeling of a man who had already lived this life and knew exactly where every door led. He was...

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