The Latent Heat of Augustus Morgan
The window of Augustus Morgan III's private office on the eighth floor of the Equitable Building looked down upon Broadway as if from a cliff. Below, the city churned in its perpetual brown-gold haze, a soup of coal smoke and horse dung and human ambition rendered visible. Carriages clattered between the new electric trolleys, and the elevated railway shrieked its iron song every twelve minutes...
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