The Harlem Sun
The light hit the library window at exactly four o'clock, the way Marcus had calculated it would. Three mirrors, angled precisely, catching the late afternoon sun over 125th Street and throwing it through the tall arched windows of the Harlem Community Library like a golden finger pointing inward. Inside, children sat on the floor with their backs to the wall, their faces turned upward toward...
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