The Micro-City
The tunnel under DUMBO smelled like wet concrete and someone's dinner and something else that Marcus couldn't name. It was the smell of people living somewhere they weren't supposed to live. He knew the smell because he had grown up with it—in the back room of Mr. Chen's grocery store, in the hallway of his apartment building, in the spaces between the buildings where the city didn't look.He...
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