The Distant Nightmare

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The rain in Chicago did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray mist that clung to the wool of my coat and seeped into the marrow of my bones as I walked the length of Wacker Drive toward the old municipal building, a structure of limestone and shadow that had stood there long before my father’s generation and would likely stand long after mine, its windows dark and reflective...

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