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Haymarket Square – Evening The sky was the color of soot, the clouds hanging low and heavy like they too were waiting for something to ignite. The square filled slowly—men in worker’s caps, women with fists wrapped around protest banners, union organizers with grim faces. Louis stood on the edge of the platform, coat buttoned, hair wind-blown, jaw set like stone. Rudolph stood a few paces behind him, coat slightly too large, hiding the bomb in the deep pocket. No one else knew. They had agreed on silence.