The wooden club hovered over the fallen horse, then a man in a silk top hat stepped into the mud, altering everything.
By Emily Carter • February 25, 2026 • Share The club paused for a brief moment above the horse’s spine before crashing down with a sickening crack that reverberated against the brick walls of 1866 New York. The horse crumpled into the muck. This scene was all too familiar on the bustling streets. Drivers regarded … Read more