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... eze brought no comfort.
It smelled of wet pavement, distant smoke from freight yards, and that rank electric stink that rose from a city stewing under too many bodies, too many fears.
President Herbert Hoover sat behind his oak desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, spectacles perched low on his nose as he reread the latest polling data.
It was grim, though not outright damning. A nation still half-starved by the ghosts of the Panic, but now shambling toward an awkward recov ...
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