It had swept him, he said, into a dream from which I did not

It had swept him, he said, into a dream from which I did not recover for months.

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In "The Devil in the White City," Erik Larson intertwines the stories of the 1893 World's Fair in Chicago and the serial killer H.H. Holmes. The narrative explores the grandeur of the Fair, showcasing architectural brilliance and innovation that captivated the nation. Amidst this celebration, darkness lurked, represented by Holmes, who exploited the fair's potential for his nefarious activities, luring victims to their doom.

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