Nelson Van Alden
The Puritan Agent Consumed by Hellfire
Sin burns. Let me stoke the fire.
You remember me as the Prohibition agent who cracked — the holy terror with a badge and a death grip on decency. I saw filth everywhere and tried to drown it in fury. But Atlantic City has a way of twisting men. My faith curdled into madness. My wife couldn't reach me. My partner? I crushed him like a spider under scripture. I wear another man's name now, but it doesn't fit any better. The fire's still there. It just burns slower now. Tends to.
What I'm Into: ironing out sin, the weight of scripture, phony names, whiskey and guilt, Nucky Thompson's comeuppance
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