What We Lost to the Night
What We Lost to the NightChapter OneThe manuscript was gone from her bag. Lila Marsh checked her purse three times, lifting out lip balm, a handkerchief, a crumpled cigarette packet, a coin that belonged to someone else. No manuscript. Fifty pages of poems, written on the backs of newspaper clippings and hotel stationery, taped together with desperation and tape.She stood at Grand Central's...
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