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CHAPTER ONE The Tenth Son BENJAMIN FRANKLIN WAS born in a rented house on Milk Street in Boston in 1706, during a snowstorm. That’s not foreshadowing. That’s just what it was like to be the tenth son of a soap maker. Ten sons, seventeen children in total. His father, Josiah, made candles for a living, boiled tallow, prayed hard, and raised his children to do the same. There was no throne waiting for Benjamin. No inheritance. No expectations beyond obedience and survival. But even as a kid, Franklin didn’t play the role he was given. He read everything. He questioned everything. He was the one poking holes in logic, rolling his eyes at sermons, and asking why grown-ups stopped asking “why.”...