Chicago's Loop is a few acres of skyscrapers encircled by elevated train tracks like an iron wedding ring on the upthrust hand of a giant. A place of big business and little people, of smoke and noise and confusion beyond Babel, where there is satisfaction for every appetite and a cure for every disease. The Indians lost it a long time ago. The Indians were never luckier.
Halo for Satan
Howard Browne
1948
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Halo in Brass
1949
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