The Activation Energy of Henry Voss
The Prohibition winter of 1924 wrapped Chicago in a cold that seeped through brick and bone alike. Henry Voss stood in the alley behind his uncle's distillery on West Madison Street, watching his breath dissolve into the fog like a gas expanding into vacuum. He was nineteen, lean and restless, with hands that were already calloused from the work his uncle expected him to learn — how to read a...
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