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... e and cheap pipe tobacco clung to the air in the cramped hallway of the tenement on Rue Sainte-Catherine. Elias Thorne, sixteen years of age and owner of this building, along with six others scattered across Montreal's working-class districts, wrinkled his nose subtly. He held his leather-bound ledger tighter under one arm, the other hand deep in the pocket of his wool trousers, fingers brushing against a reassuringly thick roll of banknotes. It was Tuesday, rent day, and the depression gripping ...
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