The Albatross on Brooklyn Bridge
The bridge was empty at seven in the morning except for Daniel Reeves and the fog. The fog was thick enough to make the suspension cables disappear into gray, turning the Brooklyn side into a silhouette and the Manhattan skyline into a watercolor that was still wet and bleeding at the edges. Daniel was waiting for the light to change so he could cross to the train station. He had been commuting...
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