The Mirror in New York
The Mirror in New York The rain hadn't stopped for three days. It was the kind of rain that made New York feel like it was drowning on dry land — the streets slick with oil and indifference, the buildings gray and unblinking, the people moving through it all with the resigned efficiency of ghosts who had forgotten they were dead. I was sitting in my office on Sixth Avenue when the woman came...
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