The Fortune Teller's Gospel
The factory whistle blew at six, and three hundred men walked out into the Chicago dawn like soldiers leaving a battlefield they could not see. Jack O'Brien stood at the gate for exactly four minutes, watching faces he had known for ten years—faces that were harder now, older than thirty-two should be. Then he turned his collar up against the wind and walked toward the Loop, where he had a...
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